Clear vision in what you say Is you lost yourself in the deadlock In which you were raised Recognition of a hand that fed Mouths that bled, Biting back today Clear vision of a boast and brag Cuts me off and leaves me dead on the way Keeping busy by causing skies to dark with flies But think of all that you praised Give it right back and get back to your promises Give it right back and get back to your promises Or damn us all to hell Crush us all Still lost in the brag This season you'll raise your gun and knock out one Frame the head at your place Sick sleazy and weighs a ton, now you're undone Stuck up to your waste Look over the hills you dwell You look like hell in the window holding you face Cars engine is cold and sad You're driving bad Talking into Get out of my way Here's to the roust Gla** over morning Till you see that just like the old days, who owns the town Smile spills forth as you're brewing