Take this job and shove it.
im not here to break ground,
im not dressed to impress.
im here for me and the few who care to listen.
im not dressed to impress.
i hope your ears bleed.
i hope your skin crawls.
may you live forever.
you say jump we say how high.
720 and face down on the interstate.
i cant see my legs, i cant move my arms
and my vision is blurred.
white lines on a white road under a white sky.
his head was crushed.
what good is this thing if you cant use it to call for help?
o headlights, no sirens, no eulogy.
four funerals, no fucking wedding.
and the blood runs down the mountain