get up son. hit your head like a drum. weeds are all growin in vain. too much time I got too much time. living in a waste of space. take yourself don't break yourself. it's all gonna be ok. get used to it don't lose your head. it's all gonna be the same. she knows. send a message to her. she knows. get a message to her. Now kill it dead. but don't let it die. there's a price sitting on your head. face it down don't turn it around. unless you wanna be where you been. take yourself don't break yourself. it's all gonna be ok. get used to it don't lose your head. it's all gonna be the same. she knows. send a message to her. she knows. get a message to her. spell out her name in cigarettes and knives. trying to see her. get her a message on a dirty window. trying to see her. I've been stripping the days off the sidewalk and pavement the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag mainline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid something to believe something to believe