While you're bathing in the sun of God, I'm in the shade
Trying to keep that sh** out of my eyes, 'cause I'm insane
I'm the ghost who caved but just wouldn't die and I just don't care
When the Second Coming finally comes, I'm going to stay
On the earth while you all become one, because it's great
There's a million things I need to get done and I'm almost there
So smash me with bottles, make sure they're Molotov
And sue me for thinking Weatherbox was worth a shot
Set fire to my statues, Épater la Bourgeoisie
So if you want a revolution, you know that's alright with me
Now, we've made it to the end of days
Are you impressed that we managed to limp out of the way
Of all the d**h and the damage without even a scrape? Just a scratch, I swear...
Because I'm all through with the trying, oh yeah, you better believe
I had to chew through through the branches to get to the top of the tree
But I'm through with the lying: I've got no more room up my sleeve
So if your venue ain't paying, well that's alright with me
Because I know you need money and I know times are tough
And I know you a**ume signed bands are well-taken care of
New York's not as far from your small town as you think
So when the bosses stop paying we gotta ask, "What's the point of these things?"
I acted brave during the bomb scare, but I was really scared to d**h
I watched you spring for the bu*ton and choked on my baited breath
So you can call me "ship-jumper" but your vessel is already sunk
And two years is too long to breathe underwater...
Set fire to my statues, Épater la bourgeoisie
Because if you wanted a revolution, you know, that was alright with me
So spit on my casket, Épater la bourgeoisie
Because if you wanted a revolution, you know, that was alright with me
So snort up my ashes, Épater la bourgeoisie
Because if you wanted a revolution, you should have just come to me