Fry Bacon Fry Die Pigs
When I die you better bury me
An extra two feet underground.
'Cause I already got the two feet on the grave
And they're still walkin'

And I'll be strummin' this guitar
And yellin' at the top of my lungs on the street corner.
And when the sun goes down
I'll show no signs of stoppin'.

We may be fallin' apart
But at least we're free
We maybe dirty and penniless
But at least we can breathe

[Chorus]
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Line up on the wall
Coppers jealous cause we stack dough
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Fry bacon fry
Coppers die when we spit flows
And i cant think of any better life for me
than playing songs to all my friends every night
in a different town
Got no obligations, got nowhere to be
I've got no worries I'm just aimlessly
wanderin' around

Finally I'm happy, finally I'm free
Finally I know exactly where I need to be
So enjoy your couch, enjoy your school
your house and your TV
I'm just not that into slavery
that life's just not for me

[Chorus]
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Line up on the wall
Coppers jealous cause we stack dough
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Fry bacon fry
Coppers die when we spit flows

And you know some days I really hate my life
but at least I'm still movin'
Fightin' a battle that I know I just can't win
but, I'm all in for losin'
Cause eventually we all die anyway
why not live to see another day
Another day of body bugs, another day of shame,
another day of cigarettes to dull the hunger pains

[Chorus]
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Line up on the wall
Coppers jealous cause we stack dough
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Fry bacon fry
Coppers die when we spit flows

[Outro]
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