| I burnt down your altars
|
| I drank your holy water
|
| Your sins ain’t mine and I ain’t gonna die for 'em
|
| I ain’t got no time for 'em
|
| No time to mourn for 'em
|
| There’s nothing to take back if it’s all gone away
|
| Feeling pretty smashed boy
|
| Taking out the trash boy
|
| Have a good look boy
|
| You’re gonna get the hook boy
|
| Nothing never real boy
|
| Looking kinda ill boy
|
| Regret is a bitch boy
|
| You starting to twitch boy?
|
| Breaking down your walls boy
|
| Better stand tall boy
|
| Don’t cry like a baby boy
|
| Get ready for it all boy
|
| You target my back boy
|
| You ain’t got the knack boy
|
| Today ain’t your day boy
|
| You best walk away boy
|
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around
|
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground
|
| Git from 'round, git from 'round me
|
| You know what isn’t
|
| What ain’t right and wrong requires no saint
|
| Who you trying to be and why you trying to be it?
|
| Shut your juicy mouth boy
|
| Needle in the map boy
|
| Don’t wrestle the ghost boy
|
| You’re digging this hole boy
|
| Have another drink boy
|
| It’s come to the quick boy
|
| Don’t try to think boy
|
| You’re making me sick boy
|
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around
|
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground
|
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around
|
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground
|
| Git from 'round, git from 'round me
|
| Feel my irritation
|
| See my mutilation
|
| It’s your final invitation
|
| That’s right
|
| Look at me
|
| Look at me
|
| Look at me
|
| Look at me
|
| Look
|
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around
|
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground
|
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around
|
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground
|
| Git from, git from 'round me |