In his eyes,
I'm full grown
29 and still at home
Raid the fridge
Feed my face
I'm a son thats a disgrace

Living free
Donīt pay rent
Brought the car back with a dent
I'm asleep
Counting sheep
Thought I heard him scream again

Asshole son, you're a bum
You trashed the car again
Asshole son, what a bum, what a bum
Asshole son, mow the lawn
And put your clothes away
Asshole son, what a bum, what a bum
(Asshole son, Asshole son)
What a bum
(Asshole son, Asshole son)
What a bum
(Asshole son, Asshole son)