Johnson
Make no mistake, we'll be the ones to happily set you
on fire
As you hit the brakes a little too late, securing your
date with the lake
Chorus
And I think by now we're satisfied with the way in which
you're buried by your lies
And it seems our heavyweight can find unpleasant ways
To see you away.
It's juvenille, perverse and forgotten -- all to your unflagging
credit.
Rejuvenate was never an options. We lost you just east of New
Brookland.
Chorus
In figure eights you try your escape. The beginning is always the
ending.
To circumvent, you're choking on speeches that failed you
before you came here.
Chorus