i`m talking to you
the rock you hold in your hand
won`t be the first and it sure as hell
won`t be the last
i never played by the rules
i wasn`t born to lose
with just one predictable response from you thick fuckers
i`m stoned
just can`t get enough of that public execution
how could you sell your soul for silver and gold
to talk shit on the racks
but it`s hard to dance with the beast on your back
what`s that sound
i swear i`ve heard it before
oh yeah
it`s just the rattling bones of death at my door