Give It Up

Son, get the boat, leave it out
Why’d you even try (to) insult my intellect
Frozen in time like a welfare line
Like a noose around your neck
We’ve all seen the cracks in your skull
They never see you like a king without a crown
I hope your friends and family
Will have the strength to cut you down
And despite, despite yourself
You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose
And in time, in time you’ll see
You’ll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite
You see in shops or graveyard bins
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers
Mean nothing to cold, dead bones
You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose
All, all is lost, all is gone
All we have is just a rock spinning 'round space
And yet you keep your head bowed down
As if your god would know your face
You can’t really think you’ll be saved
As if maggots were just ghosts that haunt the ground
Your fucking angel lost his way
Now decomposed without a sound
And despite, despite yourself
You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose
And in time, in time you’ll see
You’ll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite
You see in shops or graveyard bins
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers
Mean nothing to cold, dead bones
You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose
Darling won’t you give it up
Darling give it up
You can’t win every time