I Did A Terrible Thing

I did a terrible thing
When I monkey-wrenched your circuitry
And when they finally got to me
I had built a monster worse than me
And far worse than you

And I have become such an ungrateful man
Just to hear those words you've whispered
And I snickered in between
The checkpoint, the boot hill, the ass in me
Says some things still best left unsheathed
Or out come the knives
Come the knives

So retirе to your ant hill
And cover tire tracks and learn to, to chokе it back
'Cause when they get to you
They'll see that I did a terrible thing
I did a terrible thing with a, with a sober mind

And make no mistake
Couldn't stop the hand
When you're happy and you're safe
You'll do anything to keep it that way
So do you need the baseball bat
Or need something elite?
Do you need that to feel safe?
Do you need that to feel safe?

'Cause last night I took my sharpest blade
And I cut my tent another five inch slit
And I make my get away
And when the weary heads hit our sleeping bags
The brutal honesty can tend to slip out of me
I'd like to whisk you all away
Whisk you all away

When they finally get past all your
Tightly seriesed, the checkpoint, the Charlies
And when we finally get past their doors
We can hate these sinners the way we hurt our fathers
And when we finally get past all your
Tightly seriesed, the checkpoint, the Charlies
And when we finally get past their doors
We can hate these sinners
I hear the boots in the hallway again