Get Mad, You Son Of A Bitch!

if i could saw my way through

this solid dead grass,

would the paradise i've found be worth my time

if i could somehow undo

or make your soul stop the grind...

can you count your loves in order of how they died?

well i could too

and now i feel like sinking in

to the wall i built with these mitts

i loved it in my way,

and now i pray for its decay

the more i make plans,

the more i get depressed

it's as useless as business:

the means to our end

when it kills to look your way;

the striped noose, the number 2 fade

the classic case

i took a piss on every ocean,

so fuck the world

i made a mess,

and when the son of god is coming,

drop the rake and stop running

get mad, you son of a bitch

every muscle

is gripping tight for life

as the worm turns, out the slug slips, past our eyes

if we turn our backs,

how can we stop the knife?

if the world turns back around,

will it notice us trying to burn down the

last tree on the lot

of the last drug mart?

make me honest give me solace

get me over the motions

inspire the next way to go

money plays us it recruits everybody

join them

join them

we'll beat them ourselves

in the end did it get to you?

in the end did it wear on your heart?

in the end did it get to you?

when the son of god is coming,

drop the rake and start running

get mad

stand defiant to the mission

and the way that it was given

get mad, you son of a bitch

tell me why you did it

tell me why you did it

tell me why you did it

tell me why you did it

in the end did it get to your heart?

i know how it feels when everything falls apart

in the end.

in the end did it get to your heart?

i know how it feels when everything falls apart

in the end.

in the end did it get to your heart?

i know how it feels when everything falls apart

in the end.

get mad, you son of a bitch

in the end did it get to you?

in the end did it wear on your heart?