Bring your grandpa's knife, Down to the park tonight
We'll open up our skin, And let the blood collide
I wanna wear a scar reminding me of all the things that died
Bring your crooked eyes, Down to the bar tonight
We'll open up our hearts, And see the sorry sight
Of all the wasted days and broken brain cells that we sacrificed
With the rain smashing down on the front porch
I'm giving you a piece of my mind
Giving you a piece of my mind
You were born
Under the wrong star
But you don't care
Bring your landlords dime, Down to the pub tonight
We'll open up our mouths, And probably start a fight
With all the drunken arseholes only out to watch some heads collide
Bring your biggest crimes, Down to the church tonight
They'll wash away your sins, And let you live the lie
You said you wanna be a better man without being crucified