Lyrics

I don't set out to please them God, I don't need them Gotta be something in the food that they feed them There's a "dead end" sign on your door You better not come around here anymore The alarm went off So you get out of bed You look at yourself and you just don't like it So how do you play When the hand that you're dealt, it just don't feel right? It just don't feel right It just don't... You're a yellow line on a highway That just won't end, that just won't end Waiting to get run over And over, and over again You write small checks to big men To pay your bills, to make ends But where's the end, you fucker You said one day it'd be here One day it'll be here One day it'll be... Pick up your head [x5] So let the weak ones line up Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go Just another one down Pick up your head [x5] So let the weak ones line up Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go Just another one down I don't set out to need them I don't believe them God, I wanna bite that hand that's feedin' But there's a dollar sign on your door You turn it off, and I can't live anymore But the alarm went off So you get up, get out of bed You look at yourself, you still don't like it But what do you say to yourself When your self ain't got nothin' to say to you? Pick up your head [x5] So let the weak ones line up Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go Just another one down Pick up your head [x5] So let the weak ones line up Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go Just another one down Pick up your head [x5] So let the weak ones line up Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go Just another one down