I was lost for a while
I was knee deep in denial
I was lost for a while
Without my stride my step my style
It took a lot of digging up bones
In my backyard nightly
I'm half a bottle in
I'm just now feeling feisty
A few things could slip
So you'll have to forgive me
No more walking the line
I'm getting downright frisky
I've kept it clean, but now it's high time
For every dirty, awful word
You've had your chance to make your peace
But now I'm gonna make sure this hurts
Yeah, this is Shock.
This is Awe.
This is War.
This is the 'Fuck You' to Richard Reines
Who told me I should lose some weight
Come to think of it, Payne, you too
You screwed our fans, so we screwed you
And up to this point, I think we've been pretty cool
About losing tours to bands with only half of our pull
I wouldn't call it bitter, but I've grown to feel slighted
There's a party going on, we're living life uninvited
I've kept it clean, but now it's high time
For every dirty, awful word
You've had your chance to make your peace
But now I'm gonna make sure this hurts
Yeah, this is Shock.
This is Awe.
This is War.
Yeah, this is Shock.
This is Awe.
This is War.