Tyrants (Live)

You ask me if I got a staring problem

Truth be told, I haven't seen a thing in years

I'm simply counting on my shitty fucking instincts (Oh way oh)

To find my way to my next beer

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah

You can lead a stupid prick like me to water

But unless it's in a pint glass I won't drink (Truth be told)

Time would suggest that I should be a little wiser

But my voice gets louder as my brain cells shrink

The intonation is off the walls

Still haven’t made it all this far

Nylon strings are the only things

To keep me sane but cause me pain

We could put it on you but we all know it's deeper than that

Can't stop the tyrants in my head

Can't stop the tyrants in my head

Can't stop the tyrants in my head

Can't stop the tyrants in my head