I'm Not That Guy
I wish that you were dead so that I
Could paint your face a different color
Who was it that ever said that my
Life really couldn't get any duller
My family's dead and I can't see a way to carry on
I'm not that guy
I'm not that guy
Life sucks
And my life sucks in particular
Life sucks
And my life sucks in particular
When you have no one to show you what to do,
How do you find your way?
When your country doesn't have a place for you,
How do you have your say?
How do you make them pay?
Those wealthy New England Congress Fucks would rather tax us and play polo all day than defend the frontier! No one's doing
anything about it! Everyone around here's all pissed off but no one's taking a stand. So I guess then that it's... I guess
then that it's up to me! 1-2-3-4!
There's nothing left in this whole town
Pick up your life and move it around
And what is here for me in Tennessee?
Pick up your rifle and make a stand
You always said I should be like that guy
And guess what I'm telling you
I'm not that guy
I'm not that guy
Who am i?
I'm Andrew Fucking Jackson.
And my life sucks in particular.
Life sucks.
And my life sucks in particular.
The rain will rain down.
The blood will bleed out.
The sweat will sweat... uh... forth.
How can I be that guy?
How can I be that guy?
Could paint your face a different color
Who was it that ever said that my
Life really couldn't get any duller
My family's dead and I can't see a way to carry on
I'm not that guy
I'm not that guy
Life sucks
And my life sucks in particular
Life sucks
And my life sucks in particular
When you have no one to show you what to do,
How do you find your way?
When your country doesn't have a place for you,
How do you have your say?
How do you make them pay?
Those wealthy New England Congress Fucks would rather tax us and play polo all day than defend the frontier! No one's doing
anything about it! Everyone around here's all pissed off but no one's taking a stand. So I guess then that it's... I guess
then that it's up to me! 1-2-3-4!
There's nothing left in this whole town
Pick up your life and move it around
And what is here for me in Tennessee?
Pick up your rifle and make a stand
You always said I should be like that guy
And guess what I'm telling you
I'm not that guy
I'm not that guy
Who am i?
I'm Andrew Fucking Jackson.
And my life sucks in particular.
Life sucks.
And my life sucks in particular.
The rain will rain down.
The blood will bleed out.
The sweat will sweat... uh... forth.
How can I be that guy?
How can I be that guy?
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Writer(s): Michael Friedman
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