Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PUP
Performer
Stefan Babcock
Lead Vocals
Nestor Chumak
Bass Guitar
Zack Mykula
Drums
Steve Sladkowski
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PUP
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If this tour doesn't kill you, then I will
I hate your guts and it makes me ill
Seeing your face every morning
One more month and twenty-two days
If this tour doesn't kill you, I may
Counting down the miles till we leave the state
I'm counting down the minutes 'till I can erase every memory of you
[Verse 2]
For second, let's be honest
Nothing will clean your filthy conscience
Everything you do makes me wanna vomit
And if this tour doesn't kill you, buddy, I'm on it
[Verse 3]
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we just get along?
[Verse 4]
You think you're so original
Why can't we just get along?
I can't wait for you funeral
Why can't we just get along?
[Verse 5]
Don't wish you were dead, I wish you'd never been born at all
Why can't everybody just chill?
I'm trying not to let you get in my head
But every word and every goddam syllable
That you say makes me wanna gouge out my arms with a power drill
If this tour doesn't kill you
If this tour doesn't kill you
If this tour doesn't kill
Written by: PUP