Thirty years, same dumb shit Needles, ink, and clueless twits “Does it hurt?” – No, it’s pure bliss! Like a hammer to your teeth – now shut up and sit! “Can you take it off?” – Yeah, with fire! Or a cheese grater if you aspire! “What does it mean?” – Means you’re a clown Pay me first, then get the fuck outta town! And they ask me, and they ask me Every day the same dumb trash heap! “How much for a sleeve?” – Your soul and a lung Now stop wasting my air with your dumbass tongue! I'm the old punk with a needle in my hand Hate you all, but still, I stand! Your questions hurt more than ink in your face You'll regret it – or maybe embrace! “How many tattoos have you done before?” More than the brain cells you left at the door “Can I get a dolphin on my thigh?“ Only if it’s drowning and screaming “WHY?!” And they ask me, and they ask me Every dumbass thinks they're classy! “Can I get it cheap?” – Yeah, sure bro Just let me swap this ink for Play-Doh! I'm the old punk with a needle in my hand Hate you all, but still, I stand! Your questions hurt more than ink in your face You'll regret it – or maybe embrace! I wanted to be an artist, man Ink the world, had a master plan Now I tattoo butterflies for Karen and Brad Screw this job – I should’ve been a dad I'm the old punk with a needle in my hand Fuck your Pinterest, this ain’t Disneyland! Your questions hurt more than ink in your face You'll regret it – or maybe embrace!
