I'd rather be your coffin than your pillow because we press through flesh we
break the skin. we push back through the skin. we chew through what we're in.
we'll tear this place apart we'll piss inside your heart. we'll hit you where

you live. we'll get under the skin we'll tear this place apart, we'll piss
inside your heart. we'll push, we'll shove, put smokes out on your rug we hit
you where you live. we live under the skin. once in 40 seconds. done in 45. this

is what we're reduced to just to stay alive. tonight we're coming back and we
don't care who we hurt. we'll shovel by the mouthful till they're covered up
with dirt. this is where we live. our favorite place to bleed. stitched in any

closer we'd be sewed into the sleeve. still stuck to the skin. same place that
we're in. i'm the guy who lives next door lines up cans and shoots at the floor.
pictures of guns and girls under the bed. we don't care because, baby, we're all

dead. baby, we're all still stuck to the skin. same place that we're in.