It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dreamThe public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart, so talented
But success just couldn't fit[Chorus]
Wasting your life no future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone should've said
NFL, efilnikufesin NFL
NFL, efilnikufesin NFLWake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' lifeThe whole world is your playground
Yet you can't find your niche
Your only friends, it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditchThe bottom line can't touch you
'Cause you're above the rest
But your little friend's the enemy
And the bottom line is death[Chorus]Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' lifeYou lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame it's such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should tasteYet his memory stills stays with us
'Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things weren't different
Who knows what he'd have done[Chorus]Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' life
Songwriters
BELLARDINI, JOSEPH A. / BELLO, FRANK JOSEPH / BENANTE, CHARLIE L. / ROSENFELD, SCOTT IAN / SPITZ, DANIEL ALANPublished by
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