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If it Weren't for Me
If it Weren’t for Me
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
If it weren’t for me I’d still be waiting,
sitting on a cloud and wishing for earthly life.
So I pushed myself off and landed squarely into it,
guts and all, everything I wanted.
If it weren’t for me I’d still be sitting,
looking at people walking and talking.
So I pushed myself up, found my feet,
and explored my kingdom.
If it weren’t for me I’d still be silent,
looking vacantly at my mother’s attempts to communicate.
So I opened my mouth and told her what for,
the cereal was too hot and those rusks are disgusting.
If it weren’t for me I’d still be at school,
listening to crap and watching those pussy’s conform.
So I got out of there and told them where to stick it,
this was my life and they weren’t telling me how to live it.
If it weren’t for me I’d still be working,
busting my butt for the man and getting a penny for it.
So I just quit and told the man where to go,
I ain’t making someone else rich with my sweat.
If it weren’t for me I’d still be starving,
being forced to eat takeaway by the bucket.
So I stole a few cars, robbed a few houses,
and now I got money, enough to do what I want.
If it weren’t for me I’d be shooting up junk,
cut to shit with God only knows what.
So I buy the best, as pure and fly as I can,
I ain’t going out on a bum hit.
If it weren’t for me I wouldn’t be dying,
reaching back to that cloud for a second of peace.
So I fucked it up, who gives a shit,
if it weren’t for me?