Take this job and shove it

I'm not here to break ground

I'm not dressed to impress

I'm here for me and the few who care to listen

I'm not dressed to impress

I hope your ears bleed

I hope your skin crawls

May you live forever

You say jump we say how high

720 and face down on the interstate

I can't see my legs

I can't feel my arms and my vision is blurred

White lines on a white road under a white sky

His head was crushed

What good is this thing if you can't use it to call for help

No headlights, no sirens, no eulogy

Four funerals, no fucking wedding

And the blood runs down the mountain

And the blood runs down the mountain