Well the face of revenge is my boots on your welcome mat And the state that I'm in is a friend that I welcome back 'Cause I been thinking to myself that I'm gonna get some help someday 'Cause I been talking with myself and that can't be healthy Oh no... echoes Down the hallway To drown them... okay And I know you're so sore About the whole thing And I know there's no hope You can't hope for nothing For nothing And the words on the curb match the words in your epitaph If I die tonight and you die tonight well I won't really give a damn 'Cause I don't got the blues but the blues got me for sure And the ribs stick out like shivs when you're hungering for more (and more and more and more and...) Oh no... echoes Down the hallway To drown them... always And I know you're so sore About the whole thing And I know there's no hope You can't hope for nothing For nothing 'Cause the face of revenge is my boots on your welcome mat And the words on the curb match the words in your epitaph Huh?