Here comes Daddy with the strap again,
toward my backside with the buckle end.
Sing it, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Life's a bitch, yeah.
He said, "I'll teach you something
'bout the back of my hand.
School can't teach you
how to fight like a man."
Sing it, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Life's a bitch.
I can hear myself screamin'
out the back door, yeah,
and I'm numb from the healin'.
Can't take no more,
I can't take no more.
Poor man poor, rich man rich,
hang on, baby, 'cause life's a bitch.
My old man waits up,
it's a quarter to three,
smells my breath as he's talking to me.
Sing it, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Life's a bitch.
In comes Mama with her golden rules,
sayin' me and the boys
are just dreamin' fools.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And I catch myself dreamin'
of the wild side, yeah.
And life's wheels are spinnin',
gonna be one bumpy ride.
Well, oh, yeah.
Poor man poor, rich man rich,
hang on, baby, 'cause life's a bitch.
One step up,
two in the ditch.
Hang on, baby, 'cause life's a bitch.
Yes, it is.
Yeah, life's a bitch.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah
Life's a bitch, yeah.
Life's a bitch, yeah.