I heap on feint praise
It's never getting stronger
No matter how much shit
I throw
For it is flawed and dangerous
Hollow ringin' in my ears
And the bitter aftertaste
Like rust
Yeah I make the nice and side step
Anything to dance around a fight
I need
To say it loud
For life is short
And days filled with rictus smiles
Are wasted and bring dishonor
On this house
No you must never squeeze the tea bag
Leave it alone
Did it ever do to you
Tryin' to be
All things to all men
You end up being
So no more
Handwringing
No more anything for an easy life
Call it when I see wrong
So when I am done
And wheezin'
On my last bed
I won't wish I'd done something else instead