D.U.M.E.

Take them out for a Sunday drive
Out in the woods they can't survive
Put them in their little lies
It won't be long before they die

Walking dead on Sunday shows
Speaking of truth, but no one knows
Mindless garbage fills their heads
It's so full you wake up dead

Somebody hates you, you must know
Getting the ax, as they saying goes
Doesn't 'mount to much when you don't look back
But your fate's on a line and your foot's on a crack

Smells like a death wagon inside here
It's so easy when you just don't care
Settle your score that the devil did make
Piece it all together before it all breaks

They say it's really going to happen
I say it's really going to happen
D., D.U.M.E., for you not me, D.U.M.E

Again and again just passing the buck
It's difficult when you're out of luck
Bear in mind it's affecting you
They're all double faced
They don't know what's true

It's not easy to say goodbye
Tomorrow never comes and no one knows why
Making waves never gets any praise
You're better off waking up dead everyday