Call me back again, if your kiss don't kill me I wanna be your friend, put your poison through me And now you see me glown up like it's medicine You don't want the receipt that's coming What I'd do for a taste, for a minute of it I'm a loser, the bottom of the pit All the days and the nights of misery What's the real price of ecstasy? Secreeting slimy glands , now as I watch the hands The clock is moving fast, and the sound gets deafening How well I know this dance that we just do again Should we go tit for tat? Ya What I'd do for a taste, for a minute of it I'm a loser a bottom of the pit All the days and the nights of misery Who's the boss now that I'm relieved Glory, glory, glory, glory We survive, we survive Glory, glory Glory

It's showtime baby, where's my motivation Work's been so crazy, I need a vacation Stick it sweet in a quarter pound Then try to pack it loose Pure taffy from another town There's onions in the goose Thank fuck they did this for me Otherwise I'd of been dead Swim Bathe in it Scrape. shave Cut it Now get religious for me Freaky supernatural swing of the back country Its all just business heres a written statement We're keeping records on you Every civic violation Bring me your glass I'll fill it up Sweat from my ass Is the drink of the month Thank fuck they did this for me Otherwise I'd of been dead Swim, bathe in it Scrape, shave Cut it Now get religious for me Freaky supernatural swing of the back country Pull the hairpin Break the glass In case of emergency Just toss the sacred axe Where's my motivation Where's the bullseye Where's the x Is there something more to live for Than death Make friends in the trench Learn to speak mud Take a shift in the steakhouse of love Hooray for us We were rats in the trash Not worth a bullet Lets see what falls through the drain When we pull it Not worth a bullet

Born was a king With a sweet smile Who searched for acres for purpose Just to settle in my life One day the judge might pardon Him for all this wasted time The smoke rolls out the windows Is this real am I alive? Now is the part where I get my shit in Sittin' and thinkin' will get you nowhere ass first We got that tingly freaky feeling Coming or leaving im getting rid of this curse Man the procession For this will pass So sing the wiles of the devil You think that you're special You're just alive What is the hidden meaning Buried secrets of your mind Here's to a new beginning Nothing's perfect in my life I should be happy I can get up again Counting my blessings and saying that's a lesson learned Somedays I just wish that we could chat again Having a good laugh, I'm driving the hearse Bow to your king Rat Bastard Bow to your king Rat Bastard Bow to your king Rat bastard Bow to your king Rat Bastard King

Jesus cut my throat, and I thanked him for the bleeding I think he's giving me the confidence to wrap it up and sell my soul But I don't believe in anything, I guess my main concern is staying fucking relevant Progress is a big fat elephant, all that matters is your pedigree and sanctity and high remarks, you can call me a try-hard, sit down for a minute of some die-hard. Big john could never get lovin' anyway So sit sweet I got a hankering to hug somebody and blow my load Are you rushing? Are you dragging? Is this happening? Whiplash Do you smile when you get slapped in the head? Are you rushing? Are you dragging? Is this happening? Whiplash Find an empty road, where the water has receded I think I found a place to reconnect and pop a lung and row this boat Heads boobing in the creek Just save a spot for me, Forefathers fucked on fleek No chance we're gonna speak it out and make amends and make it float You can call me a try-hard, sit down for a minute of some die-hard Big john could never get lovin' anyway Sit sweet, I got a hankering to start the coals and kiss the road Are you rushing? Are you dragging? Is this happening? Whiplash Do you smile when you get slapped in the head? Are you rushing? Are you dragging? Is this happening? Whiplash See, now we're talking, subdue you, do you? Not at all The way that you're walking, seems fine, feels like you know it all. And the real thing, is you know nothing, just talk, no weight, run it The weight on my neck isn't quite what I thought it'd be And the purpose of all this is will soon be clear to me, maybe Translate all your anguish to lust for the enemy Cause I've lost all my patience, the only thing left is To look around your room pretty baby, is it everything you wanted it to be? The right time, the wrong situation, so eat shit, don't bother me So look around your room pretty baby, is it everything you wanted it to be? The right time, the wrong situation, so eat shit, don't bother me.

Damn, I've got a paper cut What is paperwork? What is greed? Can it stop what is happening to me Are we fighting a war Are they paying our child support Goddamn, the world is cool Is this made up? Is it real I believe what I touch, what I feel What is prowess? Is it steel? I need love and an automobile God bless the internet Words are bleach white Pigeon shit Suck it up, buttercup, you can deal with it Wait for the real shit Cause it's good enough to love Keep clocking in and clocking out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Or out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Get me out of here, make me stay Thirty-five years, never had a complaint I'm magnificent or close enough Don't mistake me for giving a fuck It doesn't matter what you say to the clergy You can't hurt me Been alive long enough, not to turn face Best get used to some boots in your mouth Every single one of you's hooked like a trout And I'm the fisherman I get seasick What's it to ya This is six million pounds of raw tuna Where are the fortunate ones Have they run out of silver Have they taken their guns out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Or out, break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Do you believe that man That fucking watering can The one who's heaven sent Six fingers from denial And I will read your file I'll give you up to them Yeah Two hours late for a paper cut Just to pretend that I give a fuck Two hours late for a paper cut Just to pretend that I give a fuck