There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
Yeah, it’s got a lot to do with having to finish what I start
And at any second now I think it all might fall apart
‘Cause there’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart

Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh

There’s a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame
Yeah, he likes to poke around and he likes to tell me things
And whenever I begin to feel like I might be deranged
I remember there’s a little shitty devil in my brain

Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh

Oh, I wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn
Yeah, the kind who fights the good fight
Not the kind you’ll find fisti-fuckin-cuffin’ in the dirt

There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
And I can’t seem to change my attitude, but I can change my shirt
‘Cause you know how actually at times that can be a good start
But not today, there’s still a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart

Yeah, in my heart, yeah
Oh yeah, ooh
Oh no, yeah