This bottle of ***** is all too well abused
It makes my existence feel like an excuse
Well maybe somebody else could put it to some use
'Cos the circle of life feels just like a noose

I've always wondered how Atlas felt
And if he was ******* with the hand he was dealt
And I quote from the walls of this flesh colored cell
We're all born and we all die and neither leaves a very nice smell

I feel like an ocean churning in the gut
Of a low life, homeless, ****** eyed drunk
Lyin' on his back after Atlas shrugged
Off the weight of the world like it was all junk

This little heart of mine is eating me alive
This little light of mine is burning me alive