Slack

I've got a rifle on my back, 
Swinging past the birch trees. 
Well I set of a bomb way back there. 
I don't care about nobody but me
I, no I ain't slack. 
Ran back home and drunk all the wine. 
Well I stole a bottle for myself, 
With insects crawling in my hair 
The trees are black and I don't care 
'Cos I, no I ain't slack. 
Rescued a cat from a tree 
Well its fur was all caked in dirt 
So I killed it dead for liking me. 
Yeah I stole a car and drove to town. 
And I, no I ain't slack.