This is a whisper into your satellite dish
This is a death threat in cross stitch and I demand a hostage
And then I want a motor boat
And then I'll let your hostage go.

It's like life is a death bound train
And every day is just a stop along the way
And every era is the modern age for the people in it
Every prayer is paramount for the owner of the steepled fingers

 [bad word] 
I knew better but
I'd hope for better boy
Boy I'd hope for better than this
veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
No matter what she forgives
And I knew better but
I'd hope for better boy
Boy I'd hope for better than this
veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives...

Like opportunity knocks
Misfortune'll pick that lock
And pick your pockets
Pick your poison boys, and here I'll pick it for ya'

Sure your habit dies hard
But your bottle kills easy
See me cut my Coke with Captain
My Captain with Ron Diaz

Mind if you don't cut when
He's been good to me how he has,
You don't cut when
He's been good to me,
Princeton Minnesota

And to everybody talkin' bout my [bad word] 
I guess that it's because you can't find [bad word] to diss
About the way that I spit
I blow (?)
Another fill you couldn't cop
I've got [bad word] to do and focus
While you're [bad word] #39; around in photoshop

The road don't stop, while you got off
To take a breather, either I'm an
Over-eager emo alcoholic with a
Nice chest and a press list
Or maybe you just jealous

 [bad word] 
I knew better but
I'd hope for better boy
Boy I'd hope for better than this
veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
No matter what she forgives
And I knew better but
I'd hope for better boy
Boy I'd hope for better than this
veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives

Shake me, and hear the filament rattle, awake and
Save me, from this bit of the battle
My pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my breath to burning
So you'll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I'm turning

Hurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the king
These knees don't bend easy please receive me on my feet
I pull my shadow off the street, retreat
Believe me you don't want to follow me,
These hollow dreams

That walk around in full-color 3D
Just to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can be
I'll pull a Peter Pan and set ya free,
When you can see what you can do for me 'cause

quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit,
vocal booth is just another padded room, [bad word] 
quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit,
vocal booth is just another padded room, kid

Put all your words away, for all the noise you make
Put all your words away, for all...

I knew better but
I'd hope for better boy
Boy I'd hope for better than this
veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives