Sanoja: Anthrax. Efilnikufesin.

It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream

The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny, smart, so talented
But success couldn't fit

Wasting your life, no future's bright
Dancing on your grave, living like a slave
Someone should've said

N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.
N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.

Wake up, dead, in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see
Your own dependency

N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life

The whole world is your playground
Yet you couldn't find your niche
Your little friends can help you through
Help you dig your daily ditch

Bottom line can't touch you
'Cause you're above the rest
But your little friend's the enemy
The bottom line is death

Wasting your life, no future's bright
Dancing on your grave, living like a slave
Someone should've said

N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.
N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.

Wake up, dead, in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see
Your own dependency

N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life

You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame, it's such a waste
There's one too many cookies
From the batch, no one should taste

Yet his memory still stays with us
'Cause watching him was fun
Too bad, the things weren't different
Who knows what he'd have done

Wasting your life, no future's bright
Dancing on your grave, living like a slave
Someone should've said

N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L., California
N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see
Your own dependency

N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life