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