I live in a barrel
prefer the simple life
your corrupt society's
no goal for which I strive
I don't mind the public
when I relieve myself
you screw up your nose
but it's not me who smells
if you ask me what it is I do
I hold the mirror up to you
I'm living at the low end
I do not go to work
I'm happy and contented
yet you say it's my quirk
I have no pretensions
disdain the hypocrites
I deface your values
but you live in the shit
if you ask me what it is I do
I hold the mirror up to you
now, here comes Mr. high and mighty
asking which favour he could do me
I say, right now there's only one:
stand out of my sun
I am known for praising
the virtues of the dogs
maybe that you can't see it
because your minds are clogged
if you ask me what it is I do
I hold the mirror up to you