Worse Than Death - The Anti-Queens

Before I even got my car started I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket It must still be on the fuckin' charger What am I Fuckin' retarded? Three point turn brake noise burns I'm already late as it is Accident on Ninety Five Act like you've never seen one in your whole life Never gave a damn about a yield Short cut through a field, too late My fate is sealed Slowing down, Rolling sounds Blue light means I'm screwed right? A few cruisers from 2 or 3 completely distant towns Scream to get ahead But instead they bend their necks To inspect the 6 car wreck from someone who better be dead Wanna see heads roll by the cops as we come to a full Complete Stop Don't make me get out and kill you Because I've got a hammer in my console that will do Before you die you'll stammer "I thought someone was hurt" I'll recant "well yeah, but I'm late for work" As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts Well I guess I'm gonna have to change I guess I'm gonna have to fucking change (Nice blinker asshole) (You can go faster than 45 on the highway it's only a little fuckin' rain) (What the fuck they're paving the roads, nothing to see but a fuckin' cop) Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em still I'll be making caddy lack trendkill Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em see I'll be making hate three potpourri Buy a tank Buy a tank

Operator, give me Central Central Help me try to get my baby on the line Information, hear me calling, calling Find that number, give it to me one more time It's been so long since I saw her Anything I'd give to hear the little girl of mine Whatever it takes, got to make it, make it Please connect me now before I lose my mind Because I don't know, no I don't know what I'm gonna do No I don't know, no I don't know what I'm gonna do Tastes so good, sweet as honey, honey All she carries is impossible to use It's built for speed man, watch her coming, coming Moves so fast in someone else's shoes Looks so fine lord, watch them running Anything she wants you feel obliged to do Keep your hands in your pockets She can shift more gold than the king of Peru But I don't know, no I don't know what I'm gonna do No I don't know, no I don't know what I'm gonna do Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody yeah Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody yeah Man drinks whisky, drive him crazy in time Woman sits and cries as day will follow day Man need lovin', keep him happy sometime Woman gets some when the honeydripper's on his way But I don't know, no I don't know What I'm gonna do But I don't know, but I don't know No I don't know, no I don't know, no I don't know Yes, no, yes, no, yeah yeah yeah Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah She can do it, she can do it, she can do it babe Oh, yes, she's sweet as honey, sweet as honey Sweet as honey, ooh yeah She's sweet as honey - oh yeah!

Leaving's hard, trust me, it's really bad It'll shake ya, damn near break ya, it always has You don't go until you're praying to break even Until staying's worse than leaving God knows we tried everything that we could do You can keep your pride and blame me if you need to Even though this freedom feels a lot like treason I know staying's worse than leaving It's gotta get better, it can't get worse Hope it's a blessing, not a curse I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons I know staying's worse than leaving It's gotta get better, it can't get worse Hope it's a blessing, not a curse I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons I know staying's worse than leaving Both our hearts let go a long time ago Words leave scars and Lord knows they heal slow Our love died but somehow we are both still breathin' I just hope someday we'll look back on this grievin' And say staying's worse than leaving Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving

I spent the day inside I hadn't eaten the whole night I could not sleep a wink I felt so far from alright Thoughts that make my head spin I'll think them all over again To me it's everything To you it's just a passing sight I miss your voice, I hear it sing Through apartment walls, Niagara Street South Oakland, Pittsburgh, 2014 "A majority of the police force has been assigned to the crowded highways outside this deserted city. And citizens remaining in New York may have to protect themselves from the cranks and looters known to be roaming the streets. From the Weather Bureau: The temperature stood at 110 degrees at 11 o'clock this morning. Humidity 91%. Forecast for tomorrow... Forecast for tomorrow... Hot. More of the same, only hotter." "Stop it." "I don't care. Who are they kidding with this weather report stuff? Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow, you can fry eggs on sidewalks, heat up soup in the ocean, and get help from wandering maniacs if you choose. What do you mean, 'panic'? Who's left to panic? Ladies and gentlemen, I'm told that my departing from the script might panic you, and— Let me alone! Do you hear me? Let me alone! Let go of me! Let me alone!" Sometimes I have this dream I'm going for a hike and discover a remote farmhouse on fire Children are calling for help from the upper windows So I call the fire brigade But they don't come Because some mad person keeps telling them that this is a false alarm The situation is getting more and more desperate, but I cannot convince the firemen to get going I cannot wake up from this nightmare