Walking and runningnSucking and fucking at your willnYou won't debate us, nor entertain usnIt's your thrillnA bitter pill that you must takenBroken bones and hearts, that's your fatennYou won't debate us, nor entertain usnIt's your thrillnWalking and runningnSucking and fucking at your willnA bitter pill that you must takenBroken bones and hearts, that's your fatennI want out, I want to curse and shoutnGet me, get me from your mouthnHaters win, it just all depends nIf they won't they won't miss a thingnWe have just gone southnGet me, get me from your mouthnnHeaven is what's just gone southnDo what you want, leave just your mouth