Everybody gather ‘round I will not be mistaken
Family from all 50 states I’d like to make a statement
You have overcome the fray and you have conquered Satan
But while you aim to reach Blue Sky I long to be your Pavement
Every coin you drowned in wells well I was down there waiting
On and on
I want you to hurt like I do
There’s a competition in me substitute and unclean
The dulcet tones of what you own perpetually define me
So I run this homegrown surgery of facial spiting
On and on