My Bastard Brother's Hopeless Vow

Of Leaving Off To Another Town

Has Once Again Soaked Deep Into

The Cold And Rotting Ground

He Never Shares His Lovesick Bed

Or Listened To A Word They Said

He Hoards The Beer And Wine And Bread

Christ, I Wish He Were F**king Dead



Bury Yourself In Blame

Drown Yourself In Flame

Burn The Bottle That Beckons You

To Betroth Yourself To Shame

Give Yourself A Break

Break The Ones You Hate

Hate Those That've Fed Off Of You

And Your Pathetic Plate



I've Left It Up To The Gods Above

I Don't Believe In, Ain't Seen Or Heard From

And Nearly Sick To Death Of This

Being Neither Ignorant Nor In Bliss

With A Family Of Parasites

And Feckless Friends With Shameless Eyes

All The Endless Miles Caught Up With Me

Wearing The Face Of My Own Kind



Bury Yourself In Blame

Drown Yourself In Flame

Burn The Bottle That Beckons You

To Betroth Yourself To Shame

Yeah, Jump That F**kin' Train



Wed The Goddamn Stain

Live Your Life Ina F**kin' Cell

Be The Martyr With No Brain



Step Inside This Room

Mind The Open Wounds

Cross Yourself And Carry On

That Claptrap May Do You Good