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 and smart so talented
But success just couldn´t fit

Wasting your life
No future is 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 can´t find your niche
Your only friends it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditch
The bottom line can´t touch you
Cause you´re above the rest
But your little friend´s the enemy
And the bottom line is death

Wasting your life
No future is 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
Just 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 things weren´t different
Who knows what he´d have done

Wasting your life
No future is 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!