[Wild CROWD noise] [Banjo opening, exuberant, bittersweet, but ultimately celebratory, harmonica] [Verse 1, gravelly male vocal, drunken revelry] Now I ain't no fuckin' statue the pigeons deface No frozen fuckin' salute in some shit-caked place. I'm just a fuckin' memory puked 'cross the skies— Fuckin' aurora, fuckin' Great Horny Lights! [Ragged shrieking female hyena vocal laughs:] "Ha ha! Fuckin' you 'n me both, buddy!" [Verse 2, ragged female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls and harsh growls] Let 'em dig their holes for peaceful fuckin' rest, Fuck that bullshit, I'm a fuckin' stain on a vest! They ain't fuckin' wiped your guts with my denim, So I'll fuckin' have to join you in the fuckin' heavens! Yi yi ha ha ha! [Pre-Chorus, ragged female hyena vocal] See, we can shit on the sun, fuckin' piss through the clouds, Our laughs can fuckin' last, we're fuckin' loud enough. They think we're lost—nah, we're fuckin' fine. Ain't just another name in a fuckin' bloodline! Yaaaaaaaaaaa!!! [Chorus] There ain’t no fucks in the sky, No harps, no halos, no reason why. Fuckin' nebulas full of our puke, And stars that don’t give two fuckin' hoots. There ain’t no fucks in the sky— And that’s how we fuckin' fly! [instrumental interlude, banjo intensifies, harmonica] [Verse 3, ragged female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls and harsh growls] It ain't literal—that would fuckin' SUCK. [gravelly male vocal] That zebra's here, and they fuckin' FUCK. [ragged female hyena vocal] So think about that, next time it fuckin' sleets. That ain't fuckin' ice, that's Stripes' fuckin' SKEET! Yip yi ha ha haaaaaaaa! [Bridge] [gravelly male vocalist, wistful and bittersweet] We ain't no fuckin' angels, ghosts, or saints— Don't need no fuckin' prayers, no softened paints. But some time, yeah, fuckin' spare us a thought: Your face in the bowl, fuckin' pukin' up rot gut! [Verse 4] [Gravelly male vocalist:] Oh fuck Scuzzy wait! Is there fuckin' whiskey? [Female hyena:] "Fuck yeah there is! It's Flyin' Wild Turkey!" [Gravelly male vocalist:] Scuzzy, when I died that first fuckin' time— [Female hyena] That was some fuckin' damn good moonshine! [Final Chorus, Together] There ain’t no fucks in the sky, No legacy to fuckin' justify. So fuckin' meet me where O-Rye-on’s pants get yanked low, There’ll be a fuckin' twitch in the stars only you know. It flickers once like a dive bar sign— 'cuz there ain’t no fucks in the fuckin' sky. [Outro, Together] There ain't no fucks in the sky... There ain't... NO FUCKS IN THE SKY! Ain't no fucks... in the sky... Ain't no fucks in the sky... Ain't no fucks... Fuck! Haaaaaaaaa! Yip! Yi haaaaaaaaa! [Extended banjo and harmonica instrumental, full of heavy emotion, bittersweet joy and celebration] [gravelly male vocalist, screaming:] "Ha ha ha! I fuckin' love you, Scuzzy!" [ragged female vocalist, screaming:] "No shit? I fuckin' love you, Dookie!" [wild banjo and harmonica] "And the rest of you god damned fucks... same fuckin' time next week?" [Crowd cheers with extreme enthusiasm]
