Break Point

Hey! You in this menacing game of tennis?
Have you been witnessing this endless death?
Hey! You with it? Are you a cynic?
Ever feel like you're a visitor from Planet X?
Hey! Remember to write your will
'Cause something bad could like, maybe happen
Say, Saturday or something
Hey! Don't sweat
If you don't want the world to get it
Accept, don't regret it
Burn the whole place down

So they rezoned your childhood home?
Go bulldoze it on your own
I got people to see, and they got places to go
Out with the old
So I got more stoned than you've ever known
And I started a cult, then I joined it alone
I got people to meet, and they got houses to show
Turn up the cold

Out with the old

Hey! Are you a contender or pretender?
Repeat offender you just met the net
Hey! I get it, you lost the set and jetted
At best you're a well tested silhouette
Hey! You're gutted, somebody get a medic
No longer resting till demands are met
Hey! You're wretched, they won't let you forget it
At least you're the best at burning bridges yet

So you're alone in the Twilight Zone?
Start a fire to match your own
You got people to meet, then oh the places you'll go!
Out with the old
Hey! I got way droned and you never phoned
So I started a gang and I went in alone
I got people to beat and they got someone to stone
Turn up the cold

Out with the old
Out with the old
Out with the old
Out with the old



Credits
Writer(s): Joey Division
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