Dread in My Heart

There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart Yeah, it’s got a lot to do with having to finish what I start And at any second now I think it all might fall apart ‘Cause there’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart Yeah, ooh Yeah, ooh There’s a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame Yeah, he likes to poke around and he likes to tell me things And whenever I begin to feel like I might be deranged I remember there’s a little shitty devil in my brain Yeah, ooh Yeah, ooh Oh, I wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn Yeah, the kind who fights the good fight Not the kind you’ll find fisti-fuckin-cuffin’ in the dirt There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart And I can’t seem to change my attitude, but I can change my shirt ‘Cause you know how actually at times that can be a good start But not today, there’s still a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart Yeah, in my heart, yeah Oh yeah, ooh Oh no, yeah