Lirik
The filth in your mouth
Never ceases to amaze me
You’re spitting it out
Over beautiful ideas
I’m coming around
And I’m feeling kinda queasy
You’re bringing me down
And you need to dissapear
Count your blessings my friend
You’re not leaving that easy
Count your blessings again
Else they’ll see you out
I picture a time
When the call of youth was flowering
I took yours for mine
But we’re onto your deceit
Count your blessings my friend
You’re not leaving that easy
Count your blessings again
Else they’ll see you out
Written by: Emerson Ware, Neil Haverty, Spencer Wilson
