November Fight Song

Smash my face with broken hammers
Separate my jaw bone and my teeth
Cause a mouth like this is fit to cause some trouble
And I don't want you to leave
Tear apart my insides and
Throw away the parts that I don't need
Cause those part are made of stone and
I don't believe they have a home inside of me

Well if it's change you want
Then it's change you've got
If it's change you want I guess
Well, you'll have to pick the pieces up
And pretend that I still exist

Fetch that thread and needle
Sew my eye lids shut, I can't see out
And you cannot steal a glimpse
Of all the lack of hope that fills my soul with doubt

Listen, miss, watch Misery
And figure out which tools you'll need to break
The bones in both my ankles and
I promise you'll be thankful when I stay

Fetch that hatchet quick son
Let it fly and free me of my fingertips and ears
Cause I cannot bear to pick up this phone
And hear your voice so goddamn crystal clear