Get Mad, You Son Of A b*tch lyrics

If I could saw my way through this solid dead grass
Would the paradise I've found be worth my time?
If I could somehow undo or make your soul stop the grind
Can you count your loves in order of how they died?

Well, I could too

And now I feel like sinking in
To the wall I built with these mitts
I loved it in my way
And now I pray for its decay

The more I make plans, the more I get depressed
It's as useless as business, the means to our end
When it kills to look your way, the striped noose, the number two fade
The classic case

I took a p*ss in every ocean
So f*ck the world
I made a mess and when the son of God is coming, drop the rake and stop running
Get mad, you son of a b*tch

Every muscle is gripping tight for life
As the worm turns, out the slug slips past our eyes
If we turn our backs
How can we stop the knife?