Lyrics
Sheila, she's a dealer
Dropped off in a blue three wheeler
Shaves her leg
With a tater peeler
Sheila had a dealer
Hard life, born in a puddle
Wrong game led her into trouble
Now she's locked in a cage
She's lower than rage
Down from a high phase
Billy, Billy's uncle
Went away, got lost in the jungle
All he can say
We may find him some day
We may meet him some day
In a tribe, on a keyring
Shrunk his head them shrinkers feed
They suck on his bones
They won't leave him alone
Billy's uncle's alone
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
In a strife
In a stri-ife
Strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife
From the park, to the station
Young boy lets out his frustration
With a pen, again and again
It's in marker pen
It says, was 'ere
95, 96, 7, 8, 99
Now he's doin' some time
He's doin' some time
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
Now no one knows any better
Yeah yeah yeah
You wrote the words in the letter
Now no one knows any better
Yeah yeah yeah
I wrote the words in the letter
Henry, sells junk
Candles, Lampshades to air rifles
But he don't know, where they will all go
The antiques roadshow, maybe
Someday, tranna make some money
Mr. Monaco thought Henry was funny
Henry don't lie
So he shoots him in the eye
There are bullets in your eyes
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a stri-i-i-ife
Painting pictures of life
Caught in a strife
Caught in a strife
In a strife
In a stri-ife
Strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife
