I`d rather be your coffin than your pillow because we press through flesh we break the skin. we push back through the skin. we chew through what we`re in. we`ll tear this place apart we`ll piss inside your heart. we`ll hit you where you live. we`ll get under the skin we`ll tear this place apart, we`ll piss inside your heart. we`ll push, we`ll shove, put smokes out on your rug we hit you where you live. we live under the skin. once in 40 seconds. done in 45. this is what we`re reduced to just to stay alive. tonight we`re coming back and we don`t care who we hurt. we`ll shovel by the mouthful till they`re covered up with dirt. this is where we live. our favorite place to bleed. stitched in any closer we`d be sewed into the sleeve. still stuck to the skin. same place that we`re in. i`m the guy who lives next door lines up cans and shoots at the floor. pictures of guns and girls under the bed. we don`t care because, baby, we`re all dead. baby, we`re all still stuck to the skin. same place that we`re in.