Get up out of the chair, some fuss at the toes on a misspent line Smiles, fags, fags, pushin' mine, and I would cry, and I would cry Not till I broke the six sticks within Go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell Leavin' you out of your feet, jab out, leavin' you out of your chair Inching up, crowbar comes, muscle in, crowbar save Shakin' those heads away, drippin' in how apathy drains Breast fat on a muggy sugar stress, and I would cry, and I would cry Six big fat words between your teeth, like club stupids does better days And I couldn't lie, no I couldn't lie, not till I shooted your angel within Go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell Proud that an open mind would open a shop for you Inching up, crowbar comes, muscle in, crowbar save Go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell Get up out of your chair, it finishes here, this is a dead line Gunk drips from the creased heart, and you wouldn't try, and you wouldn't try And I would cry, and I would cry, not till I *** these motherfuckers with this Go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell, go, bomb, go, hell Inching up, crowbar comes, muscle in, crowbar save *