I'm so sick of having hope   Pushing the envelope   With empty threats and false teeth   My drink's been poured by a cannibal   And my corpse ain't even cold   And you want to take it away from me      I know you'll take the blue ribbon   I shop myself with the starting gun      You're more cop than speeder   Hitting onthe waiter   And eating off the plate of the enemy   But I'd rather just forget about the jerking in my sleep   And the hollow words under me      But I've got second thoughts again   Second thoughts again   Or am I second guessing   Or just in second place?       I've got a one year old hangover   Feels like I never will recover   But I can keep a poker face   For the rest of the chase