WHY? - Against Me lyrics
[WHY? - Against Me lyrics]
I've been habitually rubbing the
Sleep from my eyes
I see the rain does not respect state lines
Why should you?
And I've seen dirt dry fires arise
By pissing boy fountain statues
And they say electricity can travel
Up your piss stream
Oh, am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny? Cold, chased
Run and covered like a horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?
Out of every woman on earth
Who will I mate with?
Or will I spit empty threats
Until all that's left
Is a million zeros printed on
A roll of ticker tape?
And one last echo of the final
Tiny wave in my wake?
Will all my unused seed collect like mercury
In some kind of afterlife for halves?
Should I offer up my lats and
Pecs as stakes in death?
Whatever the will of the people shall be
Ohio and me
But am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like
A horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?
Oh, I'd rest in peace on a freshly
Cleaned and steamed plush carpet for sure
In the vacant third floor
Of a department store
Or be hung with four nails
On the projection wall
In an empty convention center banquet hall
That's right, I, like everybody else is
Ashamed of sleep
I lie when a phone call wakes me
Oh am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like
A horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?
Sleep from my eyes
I see the rain does not respect state lines
Why should you?
And I've seen dirt dry fires arise
By pissing boy fountain statues
And they say electricity can travel
Up your piss stream
Oh, am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny? Cold, chased
Run and covered like a horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?
Out of every woman on earth
Who will I mate with?
Or will I spit empty threats
Until all that's left
Is a million zeros printed on
A roll of ticker tape?
And one last echo of the final
Tiny wave in my wake?
Will all my unused seed collect like mercury
In some kind of afterlife for halves?
Should I offer up my lats and
Pecs as stakes in death?
Whatever the will of the people shall be
Ohio and me
But am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like
A horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?
Oh, I'd rest in peace on a freshly
Cleaned and steamed plush carpet for sure
In the vacant third floor
Of a department store
Or be hung with four nails
On the projection wall
In an empty convention center banquet hall
That's right, I, like everybody else is
Ashamed of sleep
I lie when a phone call wakes me
Oh am I too concerned with
The burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like
A horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing
A scythe against me?