This pair of bloody knuckles made the 7:30 news Despite repeated warnings on suburban avenues And all of this to say that my dismay was complicated by the lack of all remorse We beat the deadest horse All this talk about a rattling grave What's that say about the way we behave? When we go headfirst down the slippery slope We say we'll stop but we know that we won't We go headfirst down the slippery slope The crowd has gathered 'round and now they're tying off the rope Reality's the memories are never yours to keep And if you're really lucky they'll just take 'em in your sleep And why's it seem like nothing's ever normal 'less I see it through a pair a blurry eyes Designing my disguise I can take it, it's fine, I can stop on a dime, I can quit when I want I just wanna get right, get it every nite, get whatever I want Gotta get with everyone