Sweating bullets in your Sunday best In a bathroom stall giving homophobes head To the distant hum of a worship song Crying out for love from a violent god Wish you would not wish you would not wake up Wish you wouldn't wish you wouldn't wake up Pile on the friendly fire How we gonna break the cycle? Sleeping with a 45 When we gonna break the cycle? Started this shit back in 92 With a skin so thin you could see right through me Keeping secrets from my family It makes me wonder if they ever knew me So, hey Tim why don't you boss on through? Byron's coming over and Georgia too Yeah, we all get hurt but it doesn't matter We can dream of, dream of something better Wish you would not wish you would not wake up Wish you wouldn't wish you wouldn't wake up Pile on the friendly fire How we gonna break the cycle? Sleeping with a 45 When we gonna break the cycle? You blame them for the bleeding As you dance barefoot on broken glass Find the happiness in healing If we ever gonna break the cycle He hates your friends, your sister too But you're working it all out You say you're scared to tell the truth Now you're robbing your own house Pile on the friendly fire How we gonna break the cycle? Sleeping with a 45 When we gonna break the cycle? You blame them for the bleeding As you dance barefoot on broken glass Find the happiness in healing If we ever gonna break the cycle