Lowlife (Living the Highlife) / Keep Your Hands to Yourself Songtext
von Kid Rock

I got my cat scratch fever eight-track
My best friend′s in a gun rack
I'm a lowlife
I owe everybody money
I think racist jokes are funny
I′m a lowlife
I got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I'm makin' time, I′m goin′ out
With your wife

'Cause I′m a lowlife
I'm a lowlife


I got kids I never seen
And their mama′s 17
I'm a lowlife
I take strippers out to breakfast
You can add that to my checklist
I′m a lowlife
Oh, the landlord called, the rent is due
I spent it all on a Kiss tattoo
I rock and roll all night

'Cause I'm a lowlife
I′m a lowlife
Yeah, I′m a lowlife
Livin' the high life

I′m watchin' porno on the TV
Wonderin′ why she'd ever leave me
I′m a lowlife
The object of my affection
Asked the police for protection
I'm a lowlife
The romance is gone, I'm doin′ fine
Me and your mom′s had a real good time
Just last night

'Cause I′m a lowlife
I'm a lowlife


I make black music for the white man
Keep cocaine upon my nightstand
I′m a lowlife
Ain't never hung out in the Catskills
But I′ve been to jail in Nashville
I'm a lowlife
I've got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I′m makin′ time, I'm goin′ out
With your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, hey

I'm a lowlife
I′m a lowlife
Yeah, I'm a lowlife
Livin′ the high life

Lowlife (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Lowlife (low, low, low)
Lowlife (low, lowlife)
Lowlife
Lowlife, lowlife