With all the bullshit that you've put me through
I can't believe that you're still here
I don't believe I owe you anything
In fact I gotta puke when you are near

Fend for yourself
Life's on the shelf

You've got some nerve asking me for help
You know you can't disarm me with your charm
Well, if you ever need a helping hand
You'll find one at the end of your arm

Fend for yourself
Life's on the shelf
The end is near
Blood, sweat and beer

(guitar solo)