(Billy Bob Thornton)
You're one of those horrible bitches That eats whatever is in your way You don't even own a pair of britches That didn't come out of someone's pay You blackmailing man using son of a bitch You seem to get everybody on your side I hate myself I never got the itch To lay a finger on your rotten hide Why an I always the guy that falls like a clown For every two bit grifter that sticks me up or shakes me downn