Is this the part where I'm supposed to seem grateful You're taking me for a ride Talk in circles from which I won't escape til Another one of us die Pay Me Such a small and arrogant man He's the king bullshitter Patron saint of conceit And a material worshipper Trash begat trash that begot me The dying son of a bastard's breed No need to trek down memory lane That's not my fucking name Old man I wish it was you on the underside Hot metal and the subsequent ambulance ride I wish it was you on the underside The machines and the helicopter flight I wish it was you on the other side So I step in line