Spitpile lyrics

Looking outside, looking at the trees
And spitting on all those f*ckin' fleas
They don't really like it a lot
I just say "so f*cking what"
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my f*cking day
Blue sh*t from my fresh slurpee
And horse sh*t splattered on a tree
f*ck authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free