Get up, son, hit you head like a drum
Weeds are all grown in vain
Too much time, I got too much time
Living in a waste of space
Take yourself, dont break yourself
Its all gonna be okay
Get used to it, dont lose your head
Its all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Dont kill it dead but dont let it die
Theres a price sitting on your head
Face it down, dont turn it around
Unless you wanna be where you been
Take yourself, dont break yourself
Its all gonna be okay
Get used to it, dont lose your head
Its all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
I spell out her name in cigarettes
And knives tryin to see her
Get her a massage
On a dirty window tryin to see her
Ive been stripping the days
Off the sidewalks and pavement
The walls are all white
And were painting them whiter
For the zig zag mainline, my radios plastic
And Ive tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending
Day job pay phone, one in a trillion
And the typecast heathen with the future all rancid
Something to believe, something to believe
Something to believe, something to believe
It doesnt hurt your feelings