These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me (Explicit)

These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me - The Lawrence Arms

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died

Sometimes I stay like that til the day becomes night

Then I crank myself up and I set loose to fly

Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life

And the places are the same but the faces are new

And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue

And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can

And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again

Cuz these pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These f**king pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These f**king pigs seem to be getting the best of me

With so much to love sometimes you wind up diseased

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa

Oh

Now I'm back in the sun

And my fingers are scraping

And I can't work the clasp

I can't stop the shaking

And I'm making that face that only ever happens

When your life takes a sh*t in your pants and keeps crapping

What happened to all of the "Oh you'll be fines "

What happened to having plenty of time

What happened to my f**king body and mind

I poisoned them dry

But I'd still like to try

To wake up tomorrow

And to feel myself grow in the sun

To finally face all the work I still need to get done

To quit being such a p**sy

And run back into the storm

Where my demons come from

But these pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These f**king pigs seem to be getting the best of me

F**king pigs seem to be getting the best of me

With so much to love

Sometimes you wind up diseased

With so much to love

Sometimes you wind up diseased

With so much to love

Sometimes you wind up diseased

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa

Oh