You lay there like a dead fish
Get up and start movin', before you ******* fist

Your expectations are just a little too high
get out and start movin', before life passes you by

You want the moon, the sun, and the stars
High end fashion, and fancy cars
But my wallet ain't too thick, so I kick you to the curb like a washed-up trick

You lay there expecting the worst
Get up and start movin'--breakin' up always hurts

Your expectations were just a little too high
So get out and start movin', before life passes you by

I am getting so sick,
Sick and tired of the day to day.
The same motions,
Zombie potions keeping you awake.
The reports are stocked,
The chairs locked in the upright position.
In a sea of fake smiles,
Judging Trials--always graceful disposition.

Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.

Well good morning to you,
how ya doin' on this nice, sunny day?
Are you ready now,
to sit and **** and ***** your life away?
Well my boss's boss,
he will toss and turn late in to the night
And it's a wonder how,
I see it now through my father's eyes.

Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.
Yeah, the grass always looks a little greener on the other side.

Lost in the ship
Out at sea
No body here
But my thoughts and me
Waves are crashing
Thrashing around
Hold on tight
Drink your whiskey down

Yo ** ** and a bottle of Jack
All this lying around will break your back
Yo ** ** are you sure someone will come?
I've only got a few more hours 'til I'm done.

The sun is bright
And beats down on me
I'm getting thirsty
Even though I'm in the sea
Drinking my sorrows
To die off soon
Me and my whiskey
Make the death rattle croon.

Go on, and pass it along
To your workhorse

Go on, tell me I am wrong
I am your resource

Please blame me
Please shame me
Please work me to the bone
Please frame me
Please proclaim me
Make me one of your own

Get out, but please don't shout
At your workhorse

Get out, you're too devout
To your workhorse

Please blame me
Please shame me
Please work me to the bone
Please frame me
Please proclaim me
Make me one of your own

You say we're all so stupid
With no capacity to care
But it's not such a revelation
Of information that I must share:

The reason you're lonely
The reason you're alone
The reason is easy
It's easy to've known

You're too ******* fat.

Get over it.

He turned around to look at her--face to face.

"Excuse me?" he asked. He has heard what she said, but the question was only to confirm that his brain had processed that which his ears had just heard.

"You know what I said." she shot back quickly.

"Nono--tell me again what you..just..said," his voice got lower and his steps quickened with each word. Now they were nose to nose, eye to eye, face to face. She swallowed deeply and confidently said,

"Go. ****. Yourself."

His right hand quickly recoiled back to back-hand-slap her across her beautiful face, but he was quickly foiled by a knee to his groin.

"Aaawwwooohhfuck!" he howled.

He fell to his knees in agony. The kind of agony where it feels like your stomach is doing somersaults and pirouettes. This gave her the perfect opportunity to finish what she had started. She raised her right hand to strike him. As her hand got higher, her brow became more furrowed. Her hand became a balled-up fist, then quickly struck down on his left temple. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body became limp and collapsed fully to the dirt. She seized the opportunity to kick him violently in his face and upper body with no resistance from him. By the time she had finished her onslaught of kicks, his face looked mangled and bruised. He was bleeding from every orifice on his face.

She knew what she had done, and she knew the authorities would be there soon. She surveyed the fields. The wheat was swaying calmly in the wind, and the smell of juniper was being carried from the evergreen forest just south of Old Man Morrison's property.

She looked down at him, almost exactly the same way that she had seen him look at her so many times before.

With a scowl, she hocked up a disgustingly large *** of spit and shot it directly on to his bloodied face.

As the sounds of sirens came audible in the distance, she turned to walk the opposite way from where he laid.

"I said...Burger King is way tastier than ******* McDonalds."