God damn these shotgun funerals and the shit I have for your blood   kid, you better wake up   cause there's a thousand pounds of flaming wreckage on the other end of this car crash of a phone call   and who the fuck is gonna pay for your next good intention?   wake up   wake up with a gut full of bad pennies and ground up teeth   just stay down, kid   before they tape your mouth off   fill your lungs with concrete   black out your family photos   turn you out to the wolves of parts and labor   summer is definitely over   so god bless the sensory addicts   everybody; on the floor   put down the phone   yeah put down the phone   cause I'm your blackout artist   and god damn it suits me so well