GED

I never thought it'd end this way, I always play a losing game

All night and day it's all the same, I've only got myself to blame

Alone in front of MTV, my only friends are beer and weed

I live in a hole, I scrape out the bowl, Someday I'll earn my GED

So, think about it: nothing's gonna change

You sing about it because it's all the rage

Complain and complain, the garbage that's filling your brain

Ten years gone by in a flash, ten dollars in my secret stash

If all goes well, I'll find something to sell, if I can get rid of this rash

I'm at the end of my rope. I'm on that slippery slope