Who`s on trial The state says It`s me
Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free
Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth
And the fuck you smile
Or how about the bailiff
Who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink
Or candidate number four the zombified whore
Who types what you think
I`m not lying
I`m not clean
I`m not buying
What that means
How the fuck can we say
That we won for the criminal sum you were paid
Then try and convince me I`m free as can be
You just sold me out and got nothing in trade
I know I`m not the smartest guy in the world
But I`m just not stupid enough to be thinking
That having a record for filling my lungs
Is as good as it gets
I`m not lying
I`m not clean
I`m not buying
What that means
Life on a razor
Die as a story
Five more years of pissing in little jars
So someone can say He`s as high as a kite
He`s probably right
Let`s put him away without further delay
There`s no complaints since I`m not a saint or in jail
But if I should fail with a piss
That has drugs on the forbidden list
Then they`ll be coming to take me away
I`m not lying
I`m not clean
I`m not buying
What that means
Live on a razor
Death could be glory