At the gentle age of nine, I bought my first forty-fiveOh I drink and I drink and I'm sticking to a fleaOh I drink oh I drink and I smoke a little weedNo never say no to no fire skagNo never say no to the love in handPocket full of cigarettes, pocket full of teaYeah momma always mad but she never mad at meSchlep it to the sidewalk, sell a few thingsI'm a joke when I'm bored I'm a hole I'm a leakNo never say no to no fire skagNo never say no to the love in handOh Satan build a wall, dividing up the roomAnd I hope it falls, trouble at the tombOh Satan build a wall, dividing up the roomAnd I hope it falls, trouble at the tombThe half debt the razor said, the carpet is soaking inI saw raw iron before you came, I kept myself from old south mainNo never say no to no fire skagNo never say no to the love in handOh Satan build a wall, dividing up the roomAnd I hope it falls, trouble at the tombOh Satan build a wall, dividing up the roomAnd I hope it falls, trouble at the tombOh I cross him off, cross him off, cross him off [x3]At the gentle age of nine, I bought my first forty-fiveOh I drink and I drink and I'm drinking in the treesOh I drink oh I drink I've been drinking for a week
