I’m working harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico.
No water, no clouds, no cover,
from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell,
empty oven again from another bad opinion.
I mean who doesn’t want the cars,
money, fame, attention, bars, honeys,
games, attention, stars?
Funny how we say we don’t need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.
Lyrics by Nonpoint “Bullet with a Name”