And the paster says I'm good

But Jesus Christ I'm never good

I'll nail my hands up to the wall

I'll nail my hands up to the wall

And the paster says I'm good

But Jesus Christ I'm never good

I'll nail my hands up to the wall

I'll nail my hands up to the wall

And yeah, the doctors were nice enough

They just said I'm f**d

Just like my mom is f**d

I bet your dad's f**d up

And in the black light I could tell a sick joke

Maybe in the black light I could tell a sick joke

Twinkle Twinkle little star

Alcoholics don't get far

Unless they drink and drive

Let's go for a ride

And I hope I crash and die tonight

I hope I crash and die tonight

Saying, I do not like you

I do not mind him much

You were just my first

Now I've had

I'm cold to the touch

Leap to my death

I'll die for my friends

I'll lie to the end

I'm cold to the touch

Leap to my death

I'll die for you all

I'll die for my friends

It goes like this

Well I ain't sorry

With broken wrists

I climb from these walls

My skin crawls

My skin crawls

My