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 c*nt 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
Says "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. Are 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.