Trot Line Beer Can Songtext

My brain is thinking funny and I thought you'd relate,
I've got no money and I smell like shit.
Two cockroaches sit on a table
gather dust eaves dropping conversation.
Stone cold faces, hard hard times.
I love life but no pain is annoying,
fuck the skeleton sin my closet,
I'm so tired of their sad sad moans

(Thanks to chad for these lyrics)