I got a copper wire around my neck
You believe it
I don't care, ending on a condescending
Too bad that you can't keep your head straight

Flip the switch
If you think it feels right
Bet it doesn't
Bet it's a bad sight
Cut it, not your friend though
Go in the hard way
Go in through the window

No one wants to see you
No one wants to be you
Nobody wanted to fuckin' help you
I don't think straight
And it didn't have a way
Now graffiti is on the brick wall
Next to where he lay

And once it takes, then it giveth
It's not the kind of funny thing where nobody gets hurt
It's a massacre
I don't think straight and I don't know why
It's no problem of mine

I don't have time if it ain't your cup of tea
There's no one to rob
And no one to rub it in around