If This Tour Doesn't Kill You, I Will

If this tour doesn't kill you, then I will

I hate your guts and it makes me ill

Seeing your face every morning

One more month and twenty-two days

If this tour doesn't kill you, I may

Counting down the miles till we leave the state

I'm counting down the minutes 'till I can erase every memory of you

For second, let's be honest

Nothing will clean your filthy conscience

Everything you do makes me wanna vomit

And if this tour doesn't kill you, buddy, I'm on it

Why can't we just get along?

Why can't we just get along?

Why can't we just get along?

Why can't we just get along?

You think you're so original

Why can't we just get along?

I can't wait for you funeral

Why can't we just get along?

Don't wish you were dead, I wish you'd never been born at all

Why can't everybody just chill?

I'm trying not to let you get in my head

But every word and every goddam syllable

That you say makes me wanna gouge out my arms with a power drill

If this tour doesn't kill you

If this tour doesn't kill you

If this tour doesn't kill