Down Bad

The Grand Pricks

As the ugly sun rears its head
I have no will to live
Until you’re dead
You’re unoriginal and forgettable
And my market’s fucking untouchable

And I’m so over being mature
No one else sees
What am I trying for
You reel me in and toss me back
You’ll find a way to blame me
For how I cracked

And I’m not sorry anymore
Being in your scene is a pointless chore
And I’m not sorry anymore
You turned my head upside down
But you’ll never turn me at my core

I hope your vocals cords get blown out for good
When karma’s a bitch
It’s high likelihood
You radiate “cult leader”
Acting so blessed
But when your sheep leave the flock
Who you do have left?

I’m so done feeling insecure
You took all my love
Like big fat whores
You all let me drown in selfish glee
But if I’m going down
You’re coming right with me

Let’s open up this motherfucking pit
War!

And I’m not sorry anymore
Being in your scene is a pointless chore
And I’m not sorry anymore
You turned my head upside down
But you’ll never turn me at my core
You’ll never turn me at my core
You’re never ever at my core
You’ll never turn me at my core