No regrets from the outside

Or safe bets to make

A package with a new name

A safe bet on the side



You tell me I don't belong



The truth might be wrong

You pretend I don't exist

Well pretend you don't hear this



I've got a bomb in my backpack



I've got a shoebox full of snakes

Checks in the mail

Yeah fuck you, fuck you

Checks in the mail

Fuck you



You tell me I don't belong



The truth might be wrong

You pretend I don't exist

Well pretend you don't hear this



I've got a bomb in my backpack



I've got a shoebox full of snakes

Checks in the mail

Yeah fuck you, fuck you

Checks in the mail

Fuck you