It’s an inorganic rehash of a process so profound It’s a thousand freshly sharpened stakes dug deep into the ground It’s the heads of all dissenters and the distant plume of smoke And I hope those f**ers choke Did you hear the dead, decaying circus lumbering ahead Did you see the starving elephants or did you turn away instead Man, I’m so high and lonesome at the bottom of the hill Never thought I’d lose it, but it’s looking like I will So get out, get out, get out the ropes, get out the stones and let’s get low Get out, get out, get out the way I’m drowning this mortal soul Take me down to the river take me to where all the poisons go And let’s ride that f**er home woah woah Season seven of the worst show that I’ve ever seen Starts around eleven and it's stars all weary me Cuz I don’t try to shake sh** up and I don’t b**h or give a f** I’m just on the train that’s stuck in several thousand different ruts Well, It’s the part where everybody’s drinking just to die And the point where everyone’s got bloodshot blackened eyes Here’s the f**ing spoiler, everybody dies You f** it hard all goddamn night You’re goddamn right, you’re goddamn right So get out, get out, get out the ropes, get out the stones and let’s get low Get out, get out, get out the way I’m drowning this mortal soul Take me down to the river take me to where all the poisons go And let’s ride that f**er home woahaohoah Oh baby if I’m dying can I have another round I know, but I want one even if I don’t need it now I’m dying high and lonesome at the ending of my days Get out, get out, get out the ropes, get out the stones and let’s get low Get out, get out, get out the way I’m drowning this mortal soul Take me down to the river take me to where all the poisons go And we’ll ride that f**er home