Take this job and shove it
I'm not here to break ground, I'm not dressed to impress
I'm here for me and the few who care to listen
I'm not dressed to impress
I hope your ears bleed
I hope your skin crawls
May you live forever
You say jump we say how high
720 and face down on the interstate
I can't see my legs, I can't feel my arms and my vision is blurred
White lines on a white road under a white sky
His head was crushed
What good is this thing if you can't use it to call for help?
No headlights, no sirens, no eulogy
Four funerals, no fucking wedding
And the blood runs down the mountain
