Take them out for a Sunday drive   Out in the woods they can't survive   Put them in their little lies   It won't be long before they die   Walking dead in Sunday clothes   Picking up dirt like no-one knows   Mindless garbage fills their heads   Hey, tomorrow you'll wake up dead      Somebody hates you, you must know?   Getting the axe, as they saying goes.   Doesn't matter much, when you don't look back,   But your faith's on the line and your boots are not tight.   Smells like a death wagon, it’s hot here.   It's so easy when you just don't care.   Severed you soul, and the devil is mad,   Piece it together before it all breaks.      They say it's really going to happen.   I say it's really going to happen.   He, he you and me,   Are you not he?   He you and me.      They say it's really going to happen.   I say it's really going to happen.      Again, and again. Just having a ball.   It's difficult when your at a loss   Bear in mind, it’s a birthday year   They’re double faced, they don’t know what’s true   It's not easy to say goodbye,   Tomorrow never comes and no-one knows why   Making waves, he never gets anywhere.   You’re better off where you’re not dead everyday.      They say it's really going to happen.   I say it's really going to happen.   They say it's really going to happen.   I say it's really going to happen.   He, he you and me   Are you not he?   He you and me   They say it's really going to happen.   I say it's really going to happen.   He, he you and me   Are you not he?   He you and me