From the album The Way That I Go
You break me down with your words.
Keeps me sound.
Acting tough, why you front?
What's your deal?
I want to cut your hair, trim your face, shave your mood.
You live in dirt, married trash, have no worth.
Why you pawn that on me?
Keep your filth.
You sad old man, where's your friends?
Go back to your den.
I should tape your eyes, sow your mouth, keep you sound.