Slack

I got a rifle on my back

Swinging past the birch trees

Well, I set of a bomb way back there

I don't care about nobody but meI, no, I ain't slackRan back home and drunk all the wine

Well, I stole a bottle for myself

With insects crawling in my hair

The trees are black and I don't care'Cause I, no, I ain't slackRescued a cat from a tree

Well, it's fur was all caked in dirt

So, I killed it dead for liking me

Yet I stole a car and drove to townAnd I, no, I ain't slack