He took a sinister path to my boat and he made it capsizenI took a bite of the ship biscuit with smoke in my eyesnHe lick the rim of the toilet before and after a pissnAnd if you ask him if he enjoyed itnHe give you a wide-mouthed kissnnWriting on the mast stays fastnSome of this story will lastnWoah, Uh oh uh ohnWoah, Uh oh uh ohnnGet things straighter nLive on fire we're living on fire...nnThe cracker construct was cigarillo ashnLucky passnFrom his foul-smelling sticknOne breath and your countdown clock it ticknnHe take the poor for their moneynHe leave the rich to stinknHe teach the beggars shelaleghnThey pay themselves to drinknnWriting on the mast stays fastnSome of this story will lastnWoah, Uh oh uh ohnWoah, Uh oh uh ohnnGet things straighter nLive on fire we're living on fire...