Gravity, my arch enemy
We meet again, my friend
Mr. barstool meet my head
It's hard to get respect
When you're face down on the floor
It started out alright
But it'll end up in the morgue

I make a point to dissapoint
I wrote the book on self defeat
And god can goddamn it
He gave up and said the devil could have it

There's a problem with my heart
There's a problem with my brain
If I'm alive you'd have to kill me just to find out
Go on, open up a vein
You'll be seeing red for days

I make a point to dissapoint
I wrote the book on self defeat
And god can goddamn it all to hell
He gave up and said the devil could have it
Said he could have it, but he didn't want it
And neither should you

I make a point to dissapoint
I wrote the book on self defeat
And god can goddamn it
He gave up and said the devil could have it