I don't understand
The weasels in the rat race
Playing Hearts at a bordello
In Nevada they say you can spend the money
You won't pay in taxes
But I'm laying in bed
Drinking and smoking cigs
Ate some spaghetti with bok choy
Looking at my phone
My life is wonderful
People call and ask how they can be like me
I tell them it's easy
Just drink Fireball and eat spaghetti
But that's not the real secret
That I'm keeping to myself