Predictive delicate conviction
Whining all about your condition
But you got home
You got home
Holding out for some new confusion
Another cup of spit kid you're losing sleep
Run around, fed up, feeling dumb, take another drink now
Slip back quiet with the kids
You're pissing on yourself now
You're pissing on yourself now
You're pissing on yourself right now
Looking out the back door and snoozing
Lost another week to the boozing
And you can't eat
You can't eat
Choking down some bread so you don't die
Practicing your lies just to get by
Your blood gets thin
You're running thin
Black eyed, bored smiles, think you're well read
You're f*cking with the wrong side
Wake up just to throw up drinking from a broken cup
Kick another door down
All that lives here's a sad joke, don't wanna see folks
You're f*cking up the song now
You're f*cking up the song now
You're singing for the daft crowd
Gritting my teeth to the back of my skull
You're waiting on dinner and you're chewing on gum
Try to talk smart but you're sounding like school
Spitting out your service and you're looking so cool
Pissing on the palace floor, acting out expecting more
Always knew that I would die before you
Always knew that I would die before you
Looking out the back door and snoozing
Lost another week to the boozing
And you can't eat
You can't eat
Choking down some bread so you don't die
Practicing your lies just to get by
Your blood gets thin
You're running thin