Sore Thumb

Do you bite your thumb at us sir?
I do bite my thumb, sir
Do you bite your thumb at us sir?
I do bite my thumb, sir
Chew and spit and split and gnaw
An open wound that's cold and raw
Your brain in control, begins to pull
You in four directions at once. Here's the punch:
The cut is open the liquid is flowing
But where is all of that anger going?
You're singing curses a caustic song
But you know to whom those teeth belong

Sore thumb!

The skin is angry, it's blue and swollen
It tries to heal, but something is stolen
It's a pain (it's a grain, of salt or sand)
That courses throughout your entire hand
More than ignorance, your anger will get you killed
The bone is broken, the nerves are dead-
Lose your thumb to save your head!
Oh Montague, oh Capulet
Remember your thumb when you mourn and regret
Oh Montague, oh Capulet
Lose your thumb to save your head!