By The Throat - Cows

He was born a fuck-up

Ever since he popped out feet first

A pink and ugly little bastard

Momma’s breast dried up in horror and revolt

Though momma didn’t want him

Poppa just plain didn’t like him

How he hated that fat asshole

A man like that could never satisfied his soul

He had to blow

Yes, sir

So he hit the road

Explored artistic inclinations

Read the works of all the masters

Met a bunch of friends who told him what to know

It was just so

Of course he got it wrong

Spent all his time Pissing down rat-holes

Until life snuck up behind him

It reached right out and grabbed him by the throat

Grabbed him by the throat

He ended up working

At his father’s filling station

He pumped the gas, he pumped his girl

He pumped away at all the lies he swallowed whole

And now he’s old