Slack

	I抳e got a rifle on my back
	Swinging past the birch trees.
	Well I set of a bomb way back there.
	I don抰 care about nobody but me. 慶oz
	I ain抰 slack.
	Ran back home and drunk all the wine.
	Well I stole a bottle for myself.
	With insects crawling in my hair.
	The trees are black and
	I don抰 care. 慶oz
	I ain抰 slack rescued a cat from a tree.
	Its fur was all caked in dirt
	But I killed it dead for liking me.
	Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.
	Well I ain抰 slack

	I nǐ e got a rifle on my back
	Swinging past the birch trees.
	Well I set of a bomb way back there.
	I don yāng care about nobody but me. qìng oz
	I ain yāng slack.
	Ran back home and drunk all the wine.
	Well I stole a bottle for myself.
	With insects crawling in my hair.
	The trees are black and
	I don yāng care. qìng oz
	I ain yāng slack rescued a cat from a tree.
	Its fur was all caked in dirt
	But I killed it dead for liking me.
	Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.
	Well I ain yāng slack