The Front Bottoms - The plan fuck jobs

I fucking ^Chate the comments, why do you ^Ffeel you have to talk? Nobody ^Casked for you opinion, your sick sad ^Fway of jerking off Every^Gone you think you're better than, what the ^Ffuck, I'm guilty too Half the ^Gtime that I'm complaining I'm just ^Ftalking shit on you

Never under^Cestimate the poor, hungry, and ^Fdesperate My body is a ^Ctemple, how much you think I could ^Fget for it? And I will take cold ^Gshowers from now on until I ^Flearn that once you fuck the ^Gfire all that's left to do is ^Fburn, baby burn, baby burn

I could ^Ffeel myself falling from ^Gan airplane I hear ^Cstatic when I close my ^Ameyes I im^Fagine one day things ^Gsettling and I ^Cthink about what that might be ^Amlike

'cause I l^Fove you, I m^Giss you (When my mind is uncertain, my body decides) I w^Cant to hug and ^Amkiss you (what it will do to get through the hell of love) Oh, I ^Flove you, I ^Gmiss you (As I trip on the ocean that leads through your eyes) I w^Cant to hug and ^Amkiss you

I want world domin^Cation just like everybody ^Felse So if you hear me talking ^Cstrategy, ah it's only to ^Fmyself Everybody's got to have a ^Ggame plan, cut it up a couple different ^Fways Just hope no one re^Gmembers these, the darkest of my ^Fdays

When my ^Cmind is uncertain, my ^Fbody decides When my ^Ammind is uncertain, my ^Embody decides x4