Listen, little man
Oh
Oh

I don't wanna hear no phony shit
I've gotta win and that's the end of it
I'm takin' aim at a big asshole
And I might just get all the way down
This ain't no free as a bird
I'm gonna blow up a turd
I can win this all by myself
And I just might go all the way down

The gods in heaven have oil
While the rest of us just boil

Hey, when I'm down, down, down, down
When I'm down, down, down, down
When I'm down, down, down
Hey, I just might get all the way down

Bats coming through the window
Camels coming through the needles
Snakes coming up the ladders
Weird gas in place of breath
Foam, rubber, Hollywood breasts
Life that smells like death

The gods in heaven have gold
The rest of us just get old

Oh, yeah, when I'm down, down, down, down
When I'm down, down, down, down
When I'm down, down, down
When I'm down, I might get all the way down
Down, down, all the way down
Down, down, all the way down
Down, down, all the way down
And I just might get all the way down

When I'm down
When I'm down
When I'm down
When I'm down, I might get all the way down
Down, down, all the way down (when I'm down)
Down, down, all the way down
Down, down, all the way down
I just might get all the way down

Down, down
Down, down

When I'm down

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Writer(s): James Newell Jr. Osterberg