I was justified when I was five Raisin' Cain I spit in your eye Times
are changin' Now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you When
the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday That's all
right Even like steak On a Saturday night I can bitch the best At
your social do's I get high in the evening Sniffing pots of glue, oh,
oh,oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh, the bitch is back Stone cold
sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch 'Cause I'm better than
you It's the way that I move The things that I do
I entertain by
picking brains Sell my soul By dropping names I don't like
those! My God, what's that! Oh, it's full of nasty habits When the
bitch gets back.
