If Being Fake Was an Olympic Sport

Look, I got a gun out there on my porchstep

And until now, I've been forgivin' and forgettin' cause of the way I was brought up

But I'll tell you one thing, if you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal

I'm gonna get that gun of mine

And I'll change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot

Bounce

What the fuck is up?

Oh

One, two, three, go

Now all the words seem to suffocate

All of the ways you've been suffering

Open your eyes, you are not alive

Poisoned minds

Oh, you're just another straight edge drop out

You never have and never will

Will be part of this scene

You're just a motherfuckin' sellout

Oh, you're just another straight edge drop out

You never have and never will

Will be part of this scene

You're just a motherfuckin' sellout

Oh

I will not allow myself again

I will give nothing, I have turned away

I won't break