I don't have anything to say to you
After all the things you put me through
Next time you're running scared
You'll need my help, it won't be there
I know you don't know what you want and
You think I think I know it all
If you're looking for your knife, it's between my shoulder blades
If you're looking for your life, I don't know where it'll be
But I'd appreciate it if you'd stop blaming me
For your evident lack of dignity
Shut up
Back down
Go home
Get out
Shut up
Back down
Go home
Get out
I know you don't know what you want and
You think I think I know it all
You appoint yourself
The hand of justice
Proudly proclaim yourself
Righteous and innocent
You use people
Like puppets on strings
Manipulate them, controlling
Shut up
Back down
Go home
Get out
- Watch the band practice New Kid on the Chopping Block (on YouTube)
