Make Sure I’m Out Screwing Up

Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me
Shoot my harmony joyride music down
Turn me away so I can't catch any pace joy bus routes
Keep me stuck in the pain chamber of Chicago, Illinois
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Torment me with lies in front of my friends
Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man
Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist
Call me a fucking asshole like I'm an arsonist
Take me on a series of war hell rides with every CTA bus ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Rough me up so I can holler like a damn fool
Get me arrested and taken to jail by the Chicago police
Make me bust my portable CD player to smithereens
Kill all my good time music
Turn my Sunday sightseeing bus tour
Into a nerve-shattering hell ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Spirit, it's the next British invasion