Piss - Ministry

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 lying

I’m not clean

I’m not buying

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 know I’m not the smartest guy in the world

But I’m just not stupid enough to be thinking

That having a record for filling my lungs

Is as good as it gets

I’m not lying

I’m not clean

I’m not buying

What that means

Life on a razor die as a story

Five more years of pissing in little jars

So someone can say he’s 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 lying

I’m not clean

I’m not buying

What that means

Live on a razor

Death could be glory