When questionmarks are straightend out
and everything seems fine.
You get punched in the face
and are told to stand in line.

You thought life was a dance,
on flowers and grass.
But soon you found out,
She\'s just an evil lass\'

Life\'s a bitch that\'s too fond of her strap-on,
tripping you over
and adding a ton
to your newly relived burden.

School was getting easy
and friends were being nice.
But it was to good to last
and now you pay the price.

If you are falling in love,
don\'t expect to much.
Even if she smiles,
she has a death-cold touch.

Life\'s a bitch that\'s too fond of her strap-on,
kicking your nuts
and adding a ton
to your newly relieved burden.

So now things are looking grim
and quite sad perhaps?
Unfair, depressed are you
and yet you still got a few more laps.

Run, run, run in her little game
of torture and sarcasm.
For when she gets tired of it
you\'ll be thrown down in an neverending chasm.

Rock bottom will eventually
hit you harder than any other thing ever has,
and when you finally reach it
the only way to go is back up.

Unless someone throws down a shovel
you can only be heading up the track.
Climbing isn\'t that bad,
if you know you can punch that bitch back.

Don\'t surrender because life treats you
in a way you don\'t like.
Instead keep on fighting
for what you know is right.

Life\'s a bitch that\'s too fond of her strap-on,
but we punched her back,
and now we wait
for the rematch to begin.