S.O.B. - Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats

You say I seem so grim Darling do you forgive me? I went out on a limb 'Cause I needed to be Near the fireflies flying high above me Then I hit the sky and it fell down on me You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face You know I bite my nails my skin and my fingers And I've heard that's my liver, my nerves and my brain I said I just like to bite on my fucking fingers Do you have another intelligent answer for me today You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face You said it just wasn't there when it fell down on me Well I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say I lost my trust in you You were dangerous and scary And you poisoned me with the fruits everyone was intrigued by And I finally got buried You said I won't forget and I don't remember You said I'm something I'm not and I fell on my face You said I wouldn't rot but worms are crawling on me Yeah, I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say Yeah, I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say

There's the pusher who sells poison, S.O.B. There's the rapist 'round the corner, S.O.B. There's the bully who throws around his bulk May he come in contact with the Hulk After that he'll be a kinder gentler, S.O.B. There's the leader who misuses, S.O.B. There's the driver full of booze, S.O.B. There's the man who went to Spain and he didn't take a thin' But the charity collection, S.O.B. There's the witness who refuses, S.O.B. There's the teacher who abuses, S.O.B. But the biggest of them all blows up the party hall Full of smilin', happy faces, S.O.B. S.O.B., dirty rotten S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see There's the vote-riggin' liar, S.O.B. There's the murderer for hire, S.O.B. There's the one who screams so loud, yes, the big mouth of the crowd Incitin' folks to riot, S.O.B. There's the dictator that gobbles up liberty, gobble gobble gobble! If you sell-out your country, you're an S.O.B. There's the 'heaven-selling preacher' who forgot his humble teacher Don't send your money to that S.O.B. There's the hunter who don't eat what he kills There's the killer who kills just for the thrills, yoohoo! There's the man who lit the spark and burned the redwoods in the park In Bible talk, "Hark!" a dee-double S.O.B., yeah! S.O.B., double S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see There's the journalist that would kill for a scoop There's the guru that's in it for the loot There's the real-estate investor Who sold his folks a home out west, sir That turned out to be some polecats chicken coop Well, a kidnapper nappin' is an S.O.B., that's for sure The creep that steals from grandma is an S.O.B. There's the doctor with the Golden-phone, who leaves you dyin' all alone With a heart attack on weekends, S.O.B. The insurance man that won't pay is an S.O.B. The terrorist that slays is an S.O.B. Say that last once again, 'cause his evil has no end Even his lawyer friend is an S.O.-S.O.B. S.O.B., dirty rotten S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see All tyrants fall to their wicked ways, wicked ways Their mouths are bigger than their heart or brains They bark commands to the wind and rain It whoops up storms and hurricanes They'll bite the dust, those lousy jerks When they cross the likes of... They'll bite the dust, those lousy jerks When they cross the likes of Sheriff Wyatt Earp He'll plug 'em good, give 'em the works with a, "Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Burp! Gotcha, you sorry S.O.B." Ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha ha, yooh!