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.