Time the fall Used to be kind of fun for a living Anyway you can you go — right or wrong I wish you luck with your coverups Taking on the Feds I wish I was dead Mister Everett said That my head, is underneath the bed And the threats, they turn like a silhouette Time the call Used to be kind of fun, don't give in If you want I can take you along It's not enough you're on the shots Taken from the dead I'll never get fair Mister Everett said But my head, is underneath the bed And the threats, they burn like a cigarette They could fill a guilty home with a rake It's just to bump a new style And how I'm supposed to sing along But he's late - much more than a while Personality we gotta shake We can laugh but make you lose with a smile Faceless team only year that hold up Feds! The end of the hole in my head When the sun's just a clock we can set So what's after the end, I forget? And we fucked like we're fucked in my head And we'll never be forgiven [x15] (Feds)