Douchebag blues

Living in strife,
Well, that's apart of life
But if I can't be your loverboy than yo hell with nice!

I got the douchebag blues
Lord I just don't know what to do.

I sold dynamite to the Arabs,
Bullets to the Jews,
False land to the Indians
And I'll get you too!

All because ..
I got the douchebag blues.
Can't ya see?
I got the douche bag blues..
Without you baby, I don't know who else to be.

Vinegar and whiskey,
The drink that I choose
I gotta tell ya brothers
Tastes like pussy juice!

When ya got the douchbag blues.


Time flies when you're in a coma...