Taste The Dirt (Live)

It's the way that you love your reflection
It's your voice and your choice of inflections
It's the way that you bat your eyes knowing you've lied
It's the way you were barely affected

There ain't much left to say to you
End of the pay-per-view
My final words

I hope you get what you deserve
And you taste the dirt
Oh, what you deserve
And I hope it hurts

It's the way that you cry in the bathroom
Spilling out all your tears in the sink
It's the way that your every move gets approved
By your friends and the way that they think
But they never asked
And you never told
And I hope you heard

I hope you get what you deserve
And you taste the dirt
Oh, what you deserve
And I hope it hurts

It's gonna spin back around
It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down
Chew you up and spit you out
Put you six feet in the ground

It's gonna spin back around
It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down
It's gonna chew you up and spit you out
It's gonna put you six feet in the ground

And that's what you deserve
When you taste the dirt
Oh, what you deserve
And I hope it hurts