If I had a twenty dollar bill that nobody's ever seen you
without a mouth full of s*** would you get the joke?
And you swallowed it would you f****** choke?
And I've kept quiet for too f****** long, until now.
How many times if at all have you felt that sting of conscience
Reminiscing on a life you never lived?
And all of your friends who stick so tight by your side are telling me to be the bigger person
But I can't believe you've come so far just living a f****** lie.
And still talking up all of your false pride, when will you f****** learn you suck?
So cut the s*** it's getting old, and crawl back in your f****** hole
You talk so loud and say nothing at all
It's getting harder and harder to b*** my f****** tongue these days through gritted teeth
And I'm looking crazy while you're playing dumb and laying low
Well here's my open invitation to f****** prove me wrong.
Or pack it up and get f****** gone so we can move on
And I can't help but think that I never saw you around for any of your fondest recollections
And if glory is a silent thing how about you shut your f****** mouth
and save that s*** for somebody else?
Because I know what you are and I know what you hate
and I know that the two are just one and the same
And you're sounding like a broken limited edition coloured record
With so little time and so much on my mind I feel like I'm making no progress at all
without a mouth full of s*** would you get the joke?
And you swallowed it would you f****** choke?
And I've kept quiet for too f****** long, until now.
How many times if at all have you felt that sting of conscience
Reminiscing on a life you never lived?
And all of your friends who stick so tight by your side are telling me to be the bigger person
But I can't believe you've come so far just living a f****** lie.
And still talking up all of your false pride, when will you f****** learn you suck?
So cut the s*** it's getting old, and crawl back in your f****** hole
You talk so loud and say nothing at all
It's getting harder and harder to b*** my f****** tongue these days through gritted teeth
And I'm looking crazy while you're playing dumb and laying low
Well here's my open invitation to f****** prove me wrong.
Or pack it up and get f****** gone so we can move on
And I can't help but think that I never saw you around for any of your fondest recollections
And if glory is a silent thing how about you shut your f****** mouth
and save that s*** for somebody else?
Because I know what you are and I know what you hate
and I know that the two are just one and the same
And you're sounding like a broken limited edition coloured record
With so little time and so much on my mind I feel like I'm making no progress at all