get up son
hit your head like a drum
weeds are all growin in vain
too much time, I got too much time
living in a waste of space
take yourself don't break yourself
it's all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
it's all gonna be the same

she knows
send a message to her
she knows
get a message to her

Now, kill it dead
but don't let it die
there's a price sitting on your head
face it down don't turn it around
unless you wanna be where you been
take yourself don't break yourself
it's all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
it's all gonna be the same

she knows
send a message to her
she knows
get a message to her

spell out her name in cigarettes and knives
trying to see her
get her a message on a dirty window
trying to see her

I've been stripping the days off the sidewalk and pavement the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag mainline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid something to believe something to believe