Cool Hand Chuck

drop the songs about misanthropy. save the lines about losing sleep
if the world isn't your oyster then chuck it back into the sea
control your fear of no control and the tongue attached to your hips
smile enjoy your shitty records and barely making rent

oh the reviews? the words I felt drive through my wrists,
by the time my blood hit the soil, I was hating it
hating it instead of hating you, but now I don't care either way
it and me and the guys in the photo are all the same

alright all you hip bastards,
we're gonna have some fun spite all that self-loathing shit
intent is key, intent is key, your attitude is the lock,
turn that shit, turn that shit till one breaks
intent is key, intent is key, your attitude is the lock,
turn that shit, turn that shit till one breaks