Meth Lab

i was sick of my job at the H&M
til my friend rolled up in his red Trans Am
50 bucks a pop will make you a man

now I'm standing tall with my platinum card
i'm international like a hockey star
i'm gonna rock you all with my bass guitar

i built a meth lab on a bench in my shed
i built a meth lab with some pseudoephedrine
i built a meth lab now i'm sellin to my friends
i built a meth lab watch me do my little dance

we're staying up all night by the fertilizer tanks
til they chase us down across the Minnesota plains
when your teeth fall out don't forget to say thanks

if you're sick of your job at the hot dog stand
better call me up i'll make you a man


©2008 Octopolis