Lirik
There's no accidents or serendipity, that's just God she's havin fun
Laughing at all yer unpaid plans and keepin you on the run
There's no sense in your distress yer just gonna have pack it up and
Mop up the mess
Things are gonna get messy. Yer gonna lose yer self esteem.
Things are gonna get dirty, before they get clean.
When the going gets tough, the tough get scrubbin on up
Get to their knees no thanks no please just throw yer smelly self
Into the tub.
Yeah yer sleepless restless not open for business yer shrink is the sink let's
Mop up the mess
Things are gonna get messy..
C'mon we've all been here before staring at that clusterfuck laid out on the floor
So put on a bandanna "Nah on yer head ya banana!" Yer Fonzie t-shirt we're gonna
Get to work
Things are gonna get messy.
Written by: Lance Ferguson, Tim Rogers

