Bullies

Feet don't feel how they used to
You'd better hope you like your shoes
Your shoes
Cause they'll take you where you're going
In full control, ZXY
Why do you ask? I'll walk the line
Walk the line
Walk their line
And thank God those bullies became fry cooks
Not that there's anything wrong with cooking fry
And you'd better hope you like your coworkers
Or forever in Tylenol you'll lie
Got a job and paid his bills
Didn't floss and went to hell
Went to hell
Now he burns in hell
And here it comes, the final hour
Stand up like a man don't cower
You coward
You little boy
And thank God those bullies became deadbeats
Not that there's anything wrong with beating death
And you'd better hope you like catching backwash
Cause I'll throw it up until there's nothing left
And hey brother, I know it's hurting
And I could just reach out and put down the stone
And all the lights go down but you keep turning
And we can share these shoes so we don't stumble home alone



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