So I hear you’ve found God?
Tell him two things from me
Fork his tongue with this blade and remove his front teeth
And if the cunt wants a third because he’s lucky and he’s free
He won’t stop this tomfoolery inside of my sleep
He’s crept in my bed again days “Hey man, I want to be friends”
Says “I love you my son”, we say “Dad, you don’t know what we’ve done today”
I hope ’til I die that my arms remain broke
A high chance I can’t love you, slight chance you won’t choke
And all across the land the men weep to their wives
They go 1 day – 2 day – 3 day, then fight
If we had only held you better, he’d given us a chance together
A little pain never hurt anyone
Faith you can go berserk . . .
You’re the type of guy that don’t leave a letter or make that one last call
Sre you glad that you’ve torn her from our arms?
I’m just glad that we’ve revealed you for the scheming prick that you are
No better day to mend yourself, than the day you die