the rock you hold in your hand 

won't be the first and it sure as hell 

won't be the last 

i never played by the rules 

i wasn't born to lose 

with just one predictable response from you thick fuckers 



i'm stoned 

just can't get enough of that public execution 



how could you sell your soul for silver and gold 

to talk shit on the racks 

but it's hard to dance with the beast on your back 



what's that sound 

i swear i've heard it before 

oh yeah 

it's just the rattling bones of death at my door