One Word

What — you think I’ll let drink me to death?
What — you really think you’re all I got left?
You’re not exactly in the picture, are you?
You’re not exactly with me here, are you?
You won’t let me fall into the same pit
Then how come you’re full of the same shit
I’m not your one plus one equals sell out
Just go and shut the damn door on your way out
Keep talking, keep talking
Words are all you got, keep walking
What — what’s wrong with taking sides
When they’re clear, man?
Quit wiping your hands in my shirt, man
I’m not your one plus one equals sell out
I am your two plus two, now get the fuck out
Counting, talking, talking, counting
Everything worth big fat nothing
This, that, maybe, if, not, yes, but
Would and should not — is that all you got?
It’s one word from me and it’s over
You got that?
Where did the line go? You’re out of chances
To hell with your questions, I want some answers
Where did the line go? I’m about to cross it
Might as well show you just what I call profit
You’re not exactly with me here, are you?
You know I don’t have to do any of this
But I want to
And the only reason you’re envolved
Is 'cos I let you…