Bite your tongue, fight your addictions
Fall in line, fall in love and know your predictions
Tomorrow is not new
And yesterday was due
Ridiculed by the fools, usually the culprit
Figurines and little beads, Jesus Christ and pulpit
Put on the pedestal by work mates and your pedigree
By the balls, the rise and fall of the hatred that's inside of me
Entrance keys, threshold fees
Exits to your memory
Waited death, bated breath
I sleep with no anxiety
Missed my time, crooked spine
My friends and I are plain ugly and drinking a bit more heavily
Tomorrow is not new, and yesterday was due