Get Hurt

You say you wine and dine him

I wanna go

Over there where you can't see or smell him

I wanna know

Uh-huh, please dad

Don't say I wanna

Small hands do the job that gotta go

Oh o-oh

So where do good people go

When they die

Then where do you go

Where do you go

You go face your past with some change

That's a writer's game

And you think I've seen you win

Then you take the time to figure out

Why my face is red

And my teeth have fallen out

Don't you think It's sorta funny when

All the friends I've made don't believe that I can die