hate these chains i have to wear.
i get whipped by the master and never a chance to shake my chains.
i have to sit and take it like a good boy
i cant express my honest opinions and tell them i dont fucking care
that glass is part of the prison walls
i know where i work is nothing to hate at all
but its like every other fucking job
you walk in and sell your soul, lose yourself all for what?
make your money buy your booze, fuck your woman later dirty on the floor
this small ass town can burn to the ground
yuppie fucking assholes thinking they can talk down on a tower
i hold a trump card and a suicide card over all of them
i make or break more than theyll ever know
idiot jock cop waving a white paper like its a flag of surrender
i cant fucking stand the pigs in power
wearing that bronze badge of dishonor
not a fucking human just another animal in a uniform
de-evolved from a social scene thinking theyre more important over me
do me the favor and never have a family, any and all of you
i need the oxygen more and the gene pool needs to be strengthened
poke the hole in your condom and shoot your fucking blanks
that shopvac and hanger looks to be the better choice of a family
over your fucking leather seats and dolby stereo in SUV's
talking a big game and denouncing the work we do
fuck every single one of you were not your fucking babysitter
in my perfect world your throat would be under my foot
under the 4 feet of water and i could see you turn to bait
i cant fucking stand the place im in or the people im with
i cant look at a person without wanting to stop them from walking in
hoping they fall out and im there to watch them eat shit
i dont need your ideas of whats right and wrong
chances are youll never do what i do and you never fucking will
this city isnt even tragic, just melodramatic
short dick complexes and desperate soccer moms
idiot jock pinheads with hive mentalities, no backbone of their own
fuck the crossroads of northeast ohio east and west
postmark me the fuck out of here on the next boat out
i dont need to moderate anything i do
and from here on out this what i will say
fuck your mentalities and all of you crossing pro and person
wallets and khakis dont define who you are
once a missed abortion always a missed abortion
id rather know you were in the stomach and your carrier fell on the nails
this city isnt even tragic, just melodramatic
the crossroads need to be changed so that in becomes out.
far away from here where no one can come in.
my fucking tolerance is lower than ever
these prison walls are getting closer and closer
i cant stand without feeling the cold walls touch
no where to sleep and not a bucket to piss in
i can look out but no one looks in
fuck all the guards and pigs, im breaking the fuck out
you wont notice im gone and you wont catch me beyond the walls.