All Worse For You

Your pain is your pillowYou sleep on it at nightYou cuddle up to itYou clutch it tightCuz you knowWithout it you're nothingIt gives you the strengthTo face another rainGet out of bedGet up and complainLament the loss of feelingsYou know you never hadYou rehtoric is your drugFor dogmatic kicksYou cop any idelogy dealerFor your next verbal fixCuz you knowWithout it you're nothingIt gives you the strengthTo face another rainGet out of bedAnd put words in your veinYour words all love the little manThey make you out to beYour tongue has so much integrityToo bad about your mindTurn around quicklyAnd maybe you'll findYour other side coming aroundTo catch up with youYour feeble rebellionsCould never match up with youI've wasted my breath againAll the worse for you