You got yourself up there now get yourself down

The nails in your hands, the thorns in your crown

You act like they grabbed you and dragged you away

But that's not what happened, it's not like you say

Once upon a time, they wrote your story line

But no one's writing now, get your sad self down

You're grinding your teeth and you're pulling your hair (tweedle-ee-dee, tweedle-ee-dum)

And somehow you make it our cross to bear (hop on a cross, see how they run)

Professional victim when will you retire? (you got a job, you never stop)

Cause your act's getting old yeah, we're getting tired

Once upon a loss, you climbed up on the cross

But you're inches from the ground, get your sad self down

You got yourself up there now get yourself down (get yourself down)

I think Christ would be cross if he could see you now (thorns in your crown)

You act like they grabbed you and dragged you away (inches from the ground)

But that's not what happened, it's not like you say (get yourself down)