Minor League Bitch Ball
It can't ever stay positive
Not at my levels of negative
A dead end in every direction
Tough shit
And I'm not afraid, and there's no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, I don't forget
So let's pry open these caskets
Because your name is no longer your own
Stolen, something more sinister now governs your soul
Maybe you should have been more careful
When you were fuckin' around with the occult
It's fuckin' real and now you know
But you got your pockets stuffed, oh, so full
How many Deutschmarks have you stuffed down your hole
Since leaning into being cannibals?
So let those fucking freaks hire your hitmen
You're like a memorial that charges admission
While no one ever remembers the names of the victims
But you can pretend that you stand with them
But we'll know it's all bullshit
It's not what you said in the lyrics
We bought the records, we all bore witness
And it's your purpose to your unfitness
And you perfectly fit the description
You old hypocritical bitch
And you'll see when you ride on down there
One way or another, you're going to learn
But that's what I love about eternal fire
There's always something to burn
And that's why I'm at that point of stripping all your shit off my walls
You big-leagued me when I needed you most
So now, into the fire it goes
I just want to believe you're not so fucking lame
But I'll take this petty rivalry with me to the grave
I just want to sleep, but then I'll wake
I just want to love, but I just hate
Because it can't ever stay positive
Not at my levels of negative
A dead end in every direction
Tough shit
And I'm not afraid, and there's no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
You get what you're going to get
I'll be your Nathan Gale, your Ricardo Lopez
Your Valerie Jean, your Mark David Chap
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
You get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
Not at my levels of negative
A dead end in every direction
Tough shit
And I'm not afraid, and there's no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, I don't forget
So let's pry open these caskets
Because your name is no longer your own
Stolen, something more sinister now governs your soul
Maybe you should have been more careful
When you were fuckin' around with the occult
It's fuckin' real and now you know
But you got your pockets stuffed, oh, so full
How many Deutschmarks have you stuffed down your hole
Since leaning into being cannibals?
So let those fucking freaks hire your hitmen
You're like a memorial that charges admission
While no one ever remembers the names of the victims
But you can pretend that you stand with them
But we'll know it's all bullshit
It's not what you said in the lyrics
We bought the records, we all bore witness
And it's your purpose to your unfitness
And you perfectly fit the description
You old hypocritical bitch
And you'll see when you ride on down there
One way or another, you're going to learn
But that's what I love about eternal fire
There's always something to burn
And that's why I'm at that point of stripping all your shit off my walls
You big-leagued me when I needed you most
So now, into the fire it goes
I just want to believe you're not so fucking lame
But I'll take this petty rivalry with me to the grave
I just want to sleep, but then I'll wake
I just want to love, but I just hate
Because it can't ever stay positive
Not at my levels of negative
A dead end in every direction
Tough shit
And I'm not afraid, and there's no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
You get what you're going to get
I'll be your Nathan Gale, your Ricardo Lopez
Your Valerie Jean, your Mark David Chap
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
You get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
No pity, no regrets
You get what you're going to get
I don't forgive, and I don't forget
Come get what you're going to get
Credits
Writer(s): Carter Schultz
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