Spitpile

Spitpile Lyrics

Looking outside, looking at the trees
And spitting on all those f**kin' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so f**king what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe it's not my f**king day.
Blue sh*t from my fresh slurpee
And horse sh*t splattered on a tree.
f**k authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.