King Dude Why Must I Go On
There once was a lad
Born to a man
Who knew no right from wrong
And all along he'd sing this song
"Why must I go on"
He stands in the back of a room smoking crack
Rocks alone with a smile on his face
Knowing full well that he's going to hell
Not just going but gone without a trace
There once was a lass
Born to an ass
Who knew no right from wrong
And all along she'd sing this song
"Why must I go on"
She stands in the black of the alley with a babylon
Hanging from the end of a chain
Sneaking up behind yeah to do some crime
Snatch your purse but she'll also smash your brains
He stands in the back of a room smoking crack
Rocks alone with a smile on his face
Knowing full well that he's going to hell
Not just going but gone without a trace
She stands in the black of the alley with a babylon
Hanging from the end of a chain
Sneaking up behind yeah to do some crime
Snatch your purse but she'll also smash your brains