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 lyin'

I'm not clean

I'm not buyin'

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'm told that I'm not the smartest guy in the world

But I'm just not stupid enough to be thinking

That havin' a record for fillin' my lungs

Is as good as it gets

I'm not lyin'

I'm not clean

I'm not buyin'

What that means

Life on a razor

Die as a story

Five more years of pissin' 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 lyin'

I'm not clean

I'm not buyin'

What that means

Live on a razor

Death could be gory