Scratching a whole in your memory Is like taking the bare from your back Grinding a blade on the block of truth It's the reason we're all in this mess Spitting it out at the sermon Makes you crawl along ground on all fours Waiting for some kind of repense For the crime of passion remorse Look - at your life for a second Look - as it passes you by Look - at all your complaining Look - what it gets you is nice Scratching a whole in your Levi's Just like screaming out loud in the night Waiting for life just to catch you Sometimes giving you time to collapse Hunting your lunch with a pitchfork I was lovin' to get you with spite Funkin' it up for no reason You should've never given me the chance Look - at your life for a second Look - as it passes you by Look - at all your complaining Look - what it gets you is nice Scratching a whole in your pocket I was looking for lunch in your bag Searching for truth in your mouth half-closed I was pissing on type, not on kind Hoping for your soul salvation I was trying to keep you on top Wishing you well from the ship of life I was hoping... Look - at your life for a second Look - as it passes you by Look - at all your complaining Look - what it gets you is nice Look - at your life for a second Look - as it passes you by Look - at all your complaining Look - what it gets you is nice