We were spitting venom at most everyone we knowIf the damned gave us a road map then we'd know just where to goNow let it dropLet it all dropLet it all dropOh let it all fall offWell you were talking soda popYou talk it quite a lotThe opinions that I do not giveThe opinions I ain't gotSo let it dropLet it all dropLet is all dropLet it all fall off there ohWell you were spitting venom at most everyone you knowIf you truly knew the gravity you'd know which way to goand let it dropLet it all dropLet it all dropOh let it all fall offMy ears were pressed so firmly right against your mouth to hearWhen you tried to spit the venom out your words were not so clearNow dropHold on to what you needWe've got a knack for f**ked up historyHold on to what you needWe've got a knack for messed up historyWell we walked downtown and we sat in the rainBoth lookin' one direction and waiting for a train of thought overThought over I don't know who kept track I didn't know there was a scorebut it looks like your the winnerI aint gonna play know moreIts over

Game overWell we walked real stiff and our canes tapped the groundYou hit me with yoursAnd said 'you're gonna stare me down' Its overOh it's overYou can say what you want but don't act like you careIt takes more than one person to decide whats fairIts overThink it overYou were spitting venom at most everyone you knowIf the damned gave you a road map then you'd know just where to goSo we carried all the groceries in while hauling out the trashAnd if this doesn't make us motionless I do not know what canSo's to sayWhat a rotten thing to say such an awful thing to sayI didn't mean to bite you sorryI always did what "always" did, what always had to slangSo let it dropLet it all dropLet it all dropOh let it all fall offLet it dropLet it all dropLet it dropOh let it all fall offCheer up baby it wasn't always quite so bad For every venom then that came out the antidote was had