Your Wylin Ways

I'm sick of your eyes. sick of your face
I'm sick of the lies you tell every place
That your bullshit flies is such a disgrace
I'm wondering why, you're still here, ace
Cuz no one would cry if you were shot into space
And I still wanna try n crack your skull with my bass
so I'm hoping you die without leaving a trace
just so that I don't pick up a case

Cuz i ain't afraid to say what i say
And i ain't afraid of judgment day
and I ain't afraid of you , no way
cuz I ain't afraid of dying today
What's that ya say, you think it's ok?
I guess there's no way, you wouldn't get paid
And i gotta say, you should be afraid
Of your wylin' ways on judgment Day

I can't find a way to thrive in the US of A
Cuz there aint no way I'm selling my soul today

What's that ya say about freedom today?
That it's all ok maybe it's just delayed?
What's that ya say about America today?
that it's ok. How much were you paid?

how much were you paid for your wylin' ways?
how much did they pay to take your soul away?
How can you look in your kids eyes and say
daddy betrayed all your futures away?

Your honor's betrayed, but your debts are all paid

back in the day we may have we thought it ok
to just look away in the US of A
But now there's no way to avoid the fray
to stay ok and away in this fascist parade
I'm betting you'll stay licking boots everyday
I'd rather be flayed and laid away

I can't find a way to respect the US of A
I can't find a way to pay due respect for your wylin' ways.

What's that ya say, you think it's ok?
I guess there's no way, you wouldn't get paid
And i gotta say, you should be afraid
Of your wylin' ways on judgment Day

Cuz i ain't afraid to say what i say
And i ain't afraid of judgment day
And i gotta say, you should be afraid
Of your wylin' ways on judgment Day

Cuz I ain't afraid to die today
And there ain't no way that that I'll turn and walk away
So you may wanna pray to your god for mercy today
Cuz there's just no way I'm letting you slip away