Letras: Casey Jones. The Messenger. The Sober.

i will carry this though till the day it burns out
i'll breath in these words and puch them back out
the shit in the world won't turn me around
i'll yell these words till i'm taken down
so point your finger and have your good time
don't forget to make me your jokes
while you party it up
just remember you're the one
the one that's getting fucked up
you're fucked up