Fucked up just to feel like I'm someone I'm not That's the way I abuse myself I guess I'm gonna pay for it later Empty voices ring through the cemetery halls Ring the sound The sound that brings me down I guess I'm gonna pay for it later Oh, la la la la la la la la La la la L-A-T-E-R Later I guess I'm gonna pay for it later Oh, la la la la la la la la La la la L-A-T-E-R Later I guess I'm gonna pay for it later I want to shoot I want to shoot a gun Cause it sounds like fun It sounds fun I guess I'm gonna shoot for the bleachers Mocking voices ring through the criminal mind It's a sign It's simply so divine A cunning linguist, master debater Oh, and it makes me feel so lovely Oh, and it makes me want to die Oh, and I know that it's making me lazy Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey Oh no La la la la la la la la La la la L-A-T-E-R Later I guess I'm gonna pay for it later Oh, la la la la la la la la La la la L-A-T-E-R Later I guess I'm gonna pay for it