ITS NOT OKAY

He slipped his hand up her skirt, she said slow down, you can’t treat me that way

I don’t feel like that for you now, never will, can’t believe you thought that of me

What makes you think you can treat me that way, who fucking raised you, you son of a bitch

I don’t care what you say, its not okay, you son of bitch, go fuck yourself 

 

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

She looked him square in his eyes, and clenched her fist, and gave it all she got

He fell to the floor, she stood over him and kicked him where he feel it most

What makes you think you can treat me that way, who fucking raised you, you son of a bitch

I don’t care what you say, its not okay, you son of bitch, go fuck yourself 

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

You son of bitch

Its not okay

Go fuck yourself

Can't treat me that way

You son of bitch

Its not okay

Go fuck yourself

Can't treat me that way

You son of bitch

Its not okay

Go fuck yourself

Can't treat me that way

You son of bitch

Its not okay

Go fuck yourself

Go fuck yourself

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

Its not okay, You son of bitch

Go touch yourself, You son of bitch

Can’t treat me that way, You son of bitch

Go fuck yourself

MIRROR WITH YOU

 

Let’s look in that mirror son 

Know you can't be everything for everyone 

I'm trying to tell you what I know as truth 

In the end all that's left is you and you 

 

Looking back again

Back at you again

Back at you again

 

Now choose your way my son 

You can't be everything for everyone

Only you know know your truth

And who's behind that mirror with you

 

Stare back at that mirror son

You tried to be everything for everyone

Forgot all about about yourself

You stacked your dreams on the shelf

 

One of the ones too

You forgot about you

You were one of the ones too

 

You chose your way my son 

You tried be everything to everyone

You did what you thought was true

I’m the one behind the mirror with you

 

Let’s look in that mirror son 

You tried to be everything to everyone 

Now you see what I know as the truth 

In the end what’s left is you and you 

 

You chose your way my son 

You tried be everything to everyone

You did what you thought was true

I’m the one behind that mirror with you

 

Behind the mirror with you

You forgot about you

Behind the mirror with you

You forgot about you

Behind the mirror with you

One of the ones too

Behind the mirror with you

One of the ones too

 

DEVIL OUT OF THE WAY

 

Fists flyin, you’re lyin awake

(You’re overrun)

Wonderin how much more you could take

(Just call it done)

Broken bottle, push the throttle away

(You know the truth)

Get the fuck out of the way

 

You look down at your hands

Wonderin whats your plan

So many paths to take

Mistakes you’ve made

 

You gotta start movin your feet

You’ll never know who’ll you’ll meet

No use stickin around

For another beat down

 

Fists flyin, you’re lyin awake

(You’re overrun)

Wonderin how much more you could take

(Just call it done)

Broken bottle, push the throttle away

(You know the truth)

Get the fuck out of the way

 

You hit that open road

Sellin snake oil you were sold

You’re comin in super hot

Now take your shot

 

Pullin in to the new town

Devil says hey turn around 

You know better than that

Bloody baseball bat

 

Fists flyin, no lyin awake

(You’re overrun)

Nothing else more you would take

(Just call it done)

Broken bottle, push the throttle away

(You know the truth)

Devil got the fuck out of the way

 

Fists flyin, no lyin awake

(You’re overrun)

Nothing else more you would take

(Just call it done)

Broken bottle, push the throttle away

(You know the truth)

Devil got the fuck out of the way

 

Fists flyin, no lyin awake

(You’re overrun)

Nothing else more you would take

(Just call it done)

Broken bottle, push the throttle away

(You know the truth)

Devil got the fuck out of the way

(Just call it done)

Devil got the fuck out of the way

(You know the truth)

Devil got the fuck out of the way

(You’re overrun)

(Just call it done)

(You know the truth)

(Just call it done)

(You know the truth)

 

GOLDEN CUP

 

There’s strange old man, lived across the street

Never saw him much, maybe once a week

Never left the house lookin less than a king

 

No one in town, seemed to know him well

Finally got the nerve to ring his doorbell

He opened the door, with a devious smile 

 

He asked me to come on in

Shit his house was bigger than sin

Out back were collector cars

Tons of girls smoking cigars

 

Inside the house, walls seeping with cash

Twenty bedrooms, walnut, marble and glass

I asked how long he’d let me stay

 

He looked at me and sized me up

Reached over and handed me a golden cup

I took a sip and everything changed

 

Now I’m driving his fancy cars

All the women, imported cigars

I don’t know what was in his head

But his life is mine instead

 

Now my life is one long living hell

Somehow gotta break this horrible spell 

People think the grass is always greener 

 

No one in town seems to know my name

Left alone, nothing left, after losing the game

I can’t blame them for staying away

 

Can’t fix all the fancy cars

No more women, shitty cigars

Can’t get it out of my head

Got no one in my bed

 

Out of my head

Can’t get it out of my head

(He)

Out of my head

Can’t get it out of my head

(He)

Out of my head

Can’t get it out of my head

(He)

Out of my head

Can’t get it out of my head

(He)

 

BLOOD ON THE FLOOR

 

I’m headed down the road

Can’t find what I need 

Maybe they're down there

I’ve looked everywhere

 

The air feels so cold here

Nothin to be seen 

So I’m headed down the road

Following that warm stream

Followin  down 

 

I see the line formin

Along that warm stream

Wonder if they found their craving

Along that warm stream 

Line formin down

 

Cause I’m so tired

Followin that warm stream 

Not finding what I’m needin

Shootin my sound beams      

So tired now

So tired now

 

Hear those screamin clicks

Waiting to get the lead

Can’t wait to see the color

Of that blood on the floor 

Line goin out

Line goin out

Line goin out

 

Here I am headin west

Nose down from the weight

Found what I was lookin for

Lyin in wait

 

Heard those screamin clicks

Got ‘em on board

Got to see the color

Of that blood on the floor 

Blood on the floor 

Blood on the floor 

Blood on the floor 

Blood on the floor 

Blood on the floor