The Shit That You Hate
My telephone's
Been abuzz all morning
And I don't know who
Is tryin' get through
I did some sh*t
That I should have done smarter
But they get away
With everything
So I thought I could get away
I thought I could get away too.
Down in the gulf
There's a black sea monster
And my crime ain't huge,
A world tattered cube
That I didn't affix
With a shiny new sticker
Go swallow the summer
And choke on the fumes
Because they get away
With everything that they do
So hold onto your home
It's shaky, I know
But if you flee trash will follow
So hold onto your home
It's shaky, I know
But if you flee trash will follow
The winds that you left in your
Wake and you'll fall down again.
Oh, the office called
You're in deep, deep trouble
The sh*t you're afraid
Of has made you hateful
And you're letting on,
Tired eyes, all spiteful
And nobody cares
We all got sorrows
So hold onto your home
And onto your hope
Sorrow don't answer problems
So hold onto your home
And onto your hope
Sorrow don't answer problems
So hold onto your home
And onto your hope
Sorrow don't answer problems
So hold onto your home
And onto your hope
Sorrow don't answer problems
Nobody cares
We're all in trouble
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
Nobody cares
We're all in trouble
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
Nobody cares
We're all in trouble
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
Nobody cares
We're all in trouble
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special
The sh*t that you hate
Don't make you special