End of the Day

You make me fucking sick
When you take advantage
You're all such selfish pricks
Who pretend not to know
I just might have a gun
So push me again
Kick your fucking teeth in
And crack a smile

You sit up high below me
You think that you can show me
You make me fucking puke

You make me fucking ill
You're one of two creations
An asshole or a dumbshit
Hard to say which one is worse
Your mom still folds your sheets
Picks up your underwear
Yet you have the latest models
How fucking pathetic is that

You sit up high below me
You think that you can show me
You make me fucking puke

At the end of the day
Hope you'll be made to pay
When I'll succeed you'll fail
You don't know enough to care