Give It Up

Son, get the boat, leave it out
Why'd you even try insult my intellect
Frozen in time like a welfare line
Like a noose around my neck
We've all seen the cracks in your skull
They never see you like a king without a crown
I hope your friends and family will have the strength to cut you down

And despite, despite yourself
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose
And in time, in time you'll see
You'll make those fucking petals
Look like plastic shite you see in shops
Or graveyard bins
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing
To cold dead bones
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose

All is lost all is gone
All we have is just a rock spinning round space
And yet you keep your head bowed
Down as if your god would know your face
You can really think you'll be saved
As if maggots were just ghosts that haunt the ground
Your fucking angel lost his way
Now decomposed without a sound

And despite, despite yourself
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose
And in time, in time you'll see
You'll make those fucking petals
Look like plastic shite you see in shops
Or graveyard bins
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing
To cold dead bones
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose

Darling, wont you give it up?
You can't win every time