Slack

I've got a rifle on my back Swinging past the birch trees Well I set of a bomb way back there I don't care about nobody but me I, no I ain't slack Ran back home and drunk all the wine Well I stole a bottle for myself With insects crawling in my hair The trees are black and I don't care 'Cos I, no I ain't slack Rescued a cat from a tree Well its fur was all caked in dirt So I killed it dead for liking me Yeah I stole a car and drove to town And I, no I ain't slack