Lyrics

[Pre-Song: Chad I Ginsberg] Hey Jesse Jess Margera on the lead drums, how you feel tonight? [Verse 1: Deron Miller] A stable place in the scheme was all that you asked for You find it hard to concentrate through the laughter Use the height of confidence to break the common ground Beyond the bad experience, an answer can be found [Verse 2: Deron Miller] Typically a few will stop your momentum With solid focus broken, why would you let them? Use the height of competence to break the common ground Beyond the bad experience, vengeance swings around [Pre-Chorus: Deron Miller] Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead? See me lashing at will, even after the kill Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead? [Chorus: Deron Miller] Tragically, mistake you for a man Suddenly, the satisfaction stands Tragically, they'll catch you if they can Suddenly, mortality's a scam! [Verse 3: Deron Miller] A sad attempt at escaping from all disaster Complications restraining all that comes after Use the height of confidence to break the common ground Beyond the bad experience, an answer to be found [Pre-Chorus: Deron Miller] Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead? See me lashing at will, even after the kill Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead? [Chorus: Deron Miller] Tragically, mistake you for a man Suddenly, the satisfaction stands Tragically, they'll catch you if they can! Suddenly, mortality's a scam! [Break] [Pre-Chorus: Deron Miller] Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead? See me lashing at will, even after the kill Why put the gun to your head if you're already dead! [Outro] [Post-Song: Chad I Ginsberg, Deron Miller, Jess Margera] Yeah that- That side of the stage turned off No shit, I was playing air guitar Yeah... During soundcheck, it figures when we're trying to fucking record sum', that whole side of the stage turns the fuck off when we get too good Can we take care of that like for good? Yeah... Are we gonna have to do that again? Luckily, we recorded that at soundcheck, ha ha ha ha ha... (cough) You guys are dead quiet now, huh? Tell Ben Franklin to fly a fucking [?] to get some electricity in here I mean we're close enough to Philadelphia to get fucking Ben Franklin over here but Jesus... An Answer Can Be Found is cursed...