Everybody gather ‘round I will not be mistaken

Family from all 50 states I’d like to make a statement

You have overcome the fray and you have conquered Satan

But while you aim to reach Blue Sky I long to be your Pavement

Every coin you drowned in wells well I was down there waiting

On and on



I want you to hurt like I do



There’s a competition in me substitute and unclean

The dulcet tones of what you own perpetually define me

So I run this homegrown surgery of facial spiting

On and on