It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore 

Thinking of your time card forms a habit 

Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore 

Fuck it all, they can have it 

And now I'm loaded like a gun again 

Like a plague of locusts heaven sent 

Just a ball of dissension with a death perception 

I won't sweat the definition of content 



They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1" 

I heard "only play the cards your shown" 

Fuck what they say 

It doesn't matter anyway 

Only in your grave are you alone 



Like grown men staring with little boy's eyes 

And actresses speaking with conviction 

These people should demand a pulitzer prize 

For various works of fiction 



"Judge a book by it's cover" 

And "keep one eye on your back" 

I heard "only play the cards your shown" 

I say fuck what they say 

It doesn't matter anyway 

Only in your grave are you alone 



So many people with so much to show 

Rotting away in their own little holes 

One can only wonder why 

I'll celebrate my home 

But know that I'm not alone 

Only fools are "along for the ride" 

In think of the size Of the world that's right outside 

Please don't waste it trying to hide