The Dead End
I could have been an artist
But I decided to sleep
I could have been the smartest
But I am too lazy
I used to be a Marxist
Now I laugh cynically
A man that is heartless
It's just evil me
"Why do you work there?"
I'm sick of answering
I might be polluting the air
But it's right down the street
The walk there always soaks my hair
Leaves wet socks on my feet
Can I get the electric chair?
No, too good for evil me
Well you could have done anything you wanted to
Now you're stuck in a small town with nothing to do
So you stay up late drinking, smoking, sniffing glue
And wake up every morning with the stomach flu
I'm sick of seeing nothing in my rearview
Watching TV, just repeats, no debuts
But no one's there to come to my rescue
It's what I deserve for being evil to you
It looks like we've reached the dead end
I've got no tricks up my sleeve
Always thought I'd be prepared
But I'm no longer naive
It's become too much to bear
And so I grit my teeth
I tend to hurt the ones that care
Because I'm evil me
Well you could have done anything you wanted to
Now you're stuck in a small town with nothing to do
So you stay up late drinking, smoking, sniffing glue
And wake up every morning with the stomach flu
I'm sick of seeing nothing in my rearview
Watching TV, just repeats, no debuts
But no one's there to come to my rescue
It's what I deserve for being evil to you
Evil to you
Evil to you
Evil to you
But I decided to sleep
I could have been the smartest
But I am too lazy
I used to be a Marxist
Now I laugh cynically
A man that is heartless
It's just evil me
"Why do you work there?"
I'm sick of answering
I might be polluting the air
But it's right down the street
The walk there always soaks my hair
Leaves wet socks on my feet
Can I get the electric chair?
No, too good for evil me
Well you could have done anything you wanted to
Now you're stuck in a small town with nothing to do
So you stay up late drinking, smoking, sniffing glue
And wake up every morning with the stomach flu
I'm sick of seeing nothing in my rearview
Watching TV, just repeats, no debuts
But no one's there to come to my rescue
It's what I deserve for being evil to you
It looks like we've reached the dead end
I've got no tricks up my sleeve
Always thought I'd be prepared
But I'm no longer naive
It's become too much to bear
And so I grit my teeth
I tend to hurt the ones that care
Because I'm evil me
Well you could have done anything you wanted to
Now you're stuck in a small town with nothing to do
So you stay up late drinking, smoking, sniffing glue
And wake up every morning with the stomach flu
I'm sick of seeing nothing in my rearview
Watching TV, just repeats, no debuts
But no one's there to come to my rescue
It's what I deserve for being evil to you
Evil to you
Evil to you
Evil to you
Credits
Writer(s): Kirby Sibiski
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