Step Up

[Intro]
I was, um… pushed into the blocky altar
And also forced to cut…
This child that I'd just given birth to
And, then, um, eat up its arm
Evil makes me feel alive

[Verse 1]
(I was, um… pushed into the blocky altar)
Got a problem with my cookie cutter life? (And also forced to cut…)
I'll put you back in your place! (This child that I'd just given birth to)
And if you're lookin' at my cookie cutter wife
I'll kick the smile off your face! (And, then, um, eat up its arm)
My only daughter is an honor roll student
And a goalie on the soccer ball team
I know it sounds a little boring at the moment
But we ain't exactly what we seem

[Post-Verse 1]
I got a woman with thirty-two teeth
And a daughter, and a picket fence
And in the garage, sits a little sedan
And a minivan with just a couple of dents
All for a limited time, it isn't dandy and fine because of my ignorance
Whoa-oh, right now it seems to me
My greatest enemy is common sense

[Pre-Chorus]
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[Chorus 1]
(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it?
(Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon

[Verse 2]
The only problem with my cookie cutter life?
It's on me that everybody depends
I always gotta take my cookie cutter knife
And cut myself apart to meet those ends
And every time I try to it my family down just to talk to me
They never do
I heard it's the only way to really get to know them
Now I know it's true

[Post-Verse 2]
I finally got a realization of where all of my money goes
To my cars, my house, and to bars
My wife's ass, and up my daughter's nose
Told my shrink what I think about it all
And he said that that's the way that it goes
Whoa-oh, right now
It doesn't comfort me to hear this is the life I chose

[Pre-Chorus]
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[Chorus 2]
(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it?
(Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon
(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it?
(Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so f**k off

[Pre-Chorus]
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right

[Chorus 3]
(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it?
(Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon
(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it?
(Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me
Right now, I'm sick of it all
And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so f**k off