I did a terrible thing When I monkey-wrenched your circuitry And when they finally got to me I had built a monster worse than me And far worse than you And I have become such an ungrateful man Just to hear those words you've whispered And I snickered in between The checkpoint, the boot hill, the ass in me Says some things still best left unsheathed Or out come the knives Come the knives So retirе to your ant hill And cover tire tracks and learn to, to chokе it back 'Cause when they get to you They'll see that I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing with a, with a sober mind And make no mistake Couldn't stop the hand When you're happy and you're safe You'll do anything to keep it that way So do you need the baseball bat Or need something elite? Do you need that to feel safe? Do you need that to feel safe? 'Cause last night I took my sharpest blade And I cut my tent another five inch slit And I make my get away And when the weary heads hit our sleeping bags The brutal honesty can tend to slip out of me I'd like to whisk you all away Whisk you all away When they finally get past all your Tightly seriesed, the checkpoint, the Charlies And when we finally get past their doors We can hate these sinners the way we hurt our fathers And when we finally get past all your Tightly seriesed, the checkpoint, the Charlies And when we finally get past their doors We can hate these sinners I hear the boots in the hallway again