Lyrics You're Better Off Dead

Hey what's the matter with you,
whatcha you tryin' to do,
I'm wrecking my brain, I'll never get it.
Did I ever hurt you in any way?
If I did then hear my apology: FUCK YOU!

I'd give anything to batter you down,
all the way to 6 feet under.
Why in earth should I stop
Until I see your fucking ass drop.

Mind your own business and leave mine alone
to take a look in the real world for a sec.
It's a hell for heroes and heaven for fools,
what makes you the luckiest bastard on earth.

In the prejudiced mind you narrow yourself in,
I am the servant while you're the king.

'Til tomorrow is a better day to be,
You're Better Off Dead than fucking with me.
What if there ain't no tomorrow...
Well, let me tell you there wasn't one today.

In the prejudiced mind you narrow yourself in,
I am the servant while you're the king.

'Til tomorrow is a better day to be,
You're Better Off Dead than fucking with me.
What if there ain't no tomorrow...
Well, let me tell you there wasn't one today.