Jet

Tryin' not to dwell upon the species end
But I hear what y'all been sayin' and I'm at it again
There's a finger left grippin' to the ledge then,
hey, let's do 'er to 'er, come on, oblivion
Paint a red cross over your front door
Psycho. What'd you put in their heads, Mr. Radio
Guess they should've known better but it's so in vogue to be a dumb asshole
Tear it down man

Johnny's been a dummy for his whole damn life
now he's pushing 40, all a sudden he's right
He's never known what it means to know something
Better off assuming he knows everything
It's a dirt clod hill that you'll die on
Psycho. What'd you put in his head, Mr. Radio
Guess he should've known better but it's so in vogue to be a dumb asshole
Tear it down man

Gotta give the credit where the credit's due
You're the greatest living creature nothing's bigger than you
Carve a legacy of blood upon the earth Smirk,
dig til you hit fire, stick your dick in the dirt
and the prayer chain's calling your good name
Psycho, what you got in your head Mr. Radio
Guess you should've known better but it's so in vogue to be a dumb asshole
Tear it down man



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Writer(s): Nick Sudar
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