I went bad,
Like the apple the worm had,
Then Eve took a bite and the serpent was glad,
I welcome the Jihad.
I got so much stuck in my craw,
It's against any physical law,
Every time I try to breathe I almost heave,
Such are the rotten meats in my maw.

I'm tired boys and sad,
It's time for me to go,
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO,
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures,
(it's the only way they know),
And they're selling five thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker's show
Release me. Release me, release me, or let me go, O

I've never been a hard man,
Never had my own suit of armor,
I got the soft paws of a dilettante,
Not the sturdy mitts of a farmer.
Still I rode out like a surly knight,
And all of nature was saddened,
I lanced a lot when I should've lanced less,
I galahad, now I wish I galahadn't.

I'm tired boys and sad,
It's time for me to go,
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO,
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures,
(it's the only way they know),
And they're selling ten thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker's show
Release me...

In this life you get a pick of a litter of black dogs,
And it might sound bitter
But god's just a horny husband in the driver's seat,
Mother Nature the loose babysitter,
Every woman and her pig gets a slice of your gig
Before you even know what you're owing,
And there's always some son of a mother who's gonna do the reaping while you do the sewing.

I'm tired boys and sad,
It's time for me to go,
Pin my resignation to the closed door of the CEO,
While the rats and the vultures rape the underground cultures,
(it's the only way they know),
And they're selling fifteen thousand tickets
To some fuckin' back alley busker's show
Release me. Release me, release me, or let me go, O