Sordid Lives (Reprise) Songtext / Lyric

When the Lord dips us in the gene pool,
We get more than Granny's green eyes.
We get our Mama's warmth,
Our Daddy's cool,
And that thang between our thighs.
And that's the start of all these troubles
In our sordid lives.

Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives?
It's a bitch when you come to realize,
Crack yerself a box of Cracker Jack
You could get a really shitty prize!
It's a bitch sortin' out our sorry little sordid lives!