I've never read a single page of the bible
And sleep wants nothing to do with me
I wasn't looking for a friend or a rival
But if you're going to force me to choose you know which one I'll be
You've got nothing on me
So back the hell down
You've got nothing on me
You are a clever storyteller; I will give you that
Given the chance you'd make the world see red
Yet I'd much rather not engage in these antics
Don't you get enough trouble from the voices in your head?
You've got nothing on me
So back the hell down
Back the hell down
I've seen the ink in your neck
I've seen the friends that you've made
I've seen you breaking all the rules
I know the words that you preach
And the excuses you make
Bad workers always blame their tools