Early in the morning and it’s time go
Everybody’s lined up at the liquor store
Your mother and your father out begging for more
I’ve been standing right here for an hour or so
Right here at your front door ah yeah
It’s a regretful thing I’m pretty bored
A million knocks that you ignored
Years gone by I’m still not sure
Why I’m here to you it’s crystal clear
We’ve ruined your party and drank all your beer
You’re so overcome by fear
As Faith in Jane just disappear
Yeah black cloud of smoke
Too many tokes and now we’re broke
Some people need to take the joke
They’re downtown tryin to score some dope
Now I can see that you won’t let me go
It’s obvious by now I know
I’m talking straight at you
That whiskey’s got me roped

You’ll be the death of me
Jim beam whiskey
As if by prophecy
Somebody fix me

Everything is failing everything is lost
Everyone complaining about the cost
And everyone is fed up wanna kill they’re boss
18 years feeling double crossed
Yeah it’s a real shame
People coming up sayin life’s a game
Too many people and too many names
18 years feelin just the same
18 years and nothing’s changed
18 years and who’s to blame
Through heat and cold and hail and rain
We stand here as Faith in Jane
Now that it’s been set in place
We’re throwing this shit right in your face
I can’t keep up with the pace
All my time you love to waste


Give up my state of mind
Leave it on the outside
Hallowed out and miles wide
Burned out as last time


(concerning metal)

Sick of all this, sick
Of everything I hear today
Who taught you morons how to play?
No respect
Whatever happened to leather and spikes?
All these dudes look just like dykes
No respect


You’re gonna put metal right in the grave
With a nail in its coffin, you’re so fuckin lame
No respect
The same damn breakdown again and again
Metal is real, what you do is a trend
No respect
Bands like you make me sick to death
Talentless assholes, give it a rest
Ruining the thing that fills the hole in my chest
Sabbath and whiskey just does it the best

And I cannot wait until
You’re shitty fuckin sound comes to an end
Everything that’s wrong
With music is right there in your shitty trend
So fuckin sick of this
I guess that ignorance is truly bliss
So sick to death of it
Don’t call it metal when it’s not you fucking idiots