To the guy who stole my bike
I hope it serves you well
I hope the brakes don't cease
When you're riding down the hill to hell
To the ones who left my trust
Out in the rain to accumulate rust
I wish you no ill will
But mark my words
You're gonna get some still
'Cause I was angry then and I'm still now
But we'll break even when we're in the ground
Sleeping sound
To the ones I loved and left
With an ax to grind with me in the present tense
It wasn't you, baby, you were swell
But I got a history of pissing in the wishing well
I was angry then and I'm still now
But we'll break even when we're in the ground
We'll break even when we're in the ground
Sleeping sound
Sleeping sound
To the guy who stole by bike
To the ones who left my trust
And to any punk fucker with an ax to grind
We'll break even when we're in the ground
Sleeping sound
