I sit and wonder on this moldy deck
who will be next
to fight fire with fire
who will stand up to this brutal infection thats spreading like wild fire
fake *******
fake talkers
fake enough to feed more *******
to your open ears
con artists slick haired demons
and like a used car salesman
they speak into your ear
make sure you here and believe them
then you dipout with a broken promise
and even more hatred in your heart
and now im about to burn all the ******* down
open gas tank in one hand
stream following my trail
with a lit match and a middle fingure up
saying **** your slick tounge
and your jumping eyes
lies
lies
lies
feel my fire
feel true desire
this is what happens when you meet a *******
that doesnt take **** or get ****** with
now the kerosene burns as i lean against this beat down bench
i tell the match to go fetch as it lands on the gas
all i can say is you better haul ***