Shithouse is the New Good

I went bad
Like the apple the worm had
Then Eve took a bite and the serpent was glad
I welcome the Jihad
I got so much stuck in my craw
It’s against any physical law
Every time I try to breathe I almost heave
Such are the rotten meats in my maw
I’m tired boys and sad
It’s time for me to go
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures
(it's the only way they know)
And they’re selling five thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker’s show
Release me. Release me, release me, or let me go, O
I’ve never been a hard man
Never had my own suit of armor
I got the soft paws of a dilettante
Not the sturdy mitts of a farmer
Still I rode out like a surly knight
And all of nature was saddened
I lanced a lot when I should’ve lanced less
I galahad, now I wish I galahadn’t
I’m tired boys and sad
It’s time for me to go
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures
(it's the only way they know)
And they’re selling ten thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker’s show
Release me…
In this life you get a pick of a litter of black dogs
And it might sound bitter
But god’s just a horny husband in the driver’s seat
Mother Nature the loose babysitter
Every woman and her pig gets a slice of your gig
Before you even know what you’re owing
And there’s always some son of a mother who’s gonna do the reaping while you do
the sewing
I’m tired boys and sad
It’s time for me to go
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures
(it's the only way they know)
And they’re selling fifteen thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker’s show
Release me. Release me, release me, or let me go, O