| get up son hit you head like a drum | |
| weeds are all grown in vain | |
| too much time I got too much time | |
| living in a waste of space | |
| take yourself don't break yourself | |
| its all gonna be ok | |
| get used to it don't lose your head | |
| its all gonna be the same | |
| she knows send a message to her | |
| she knows get a message to her | |
| kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head | |
| face it down don't turn it around | |
| unless you wanna be where you been | |
| take yourself don't break yourself | |
| its all gonna be ok | |
| get used to it don't lose your head | |
| its all gonna be the same | |
| she knows send a massage to her | |
| she knows get a massage to her | |
| spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her | |
| get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her | |
| I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement | |
| the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending | |
| day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid | |
| something to believe | |
| something to believe |