Every single drop of blood makes up the man
Just like every single evil laid out master plan
Better to the shape, cookie willingly fits
But I remember a time when you
You would have hated all of this
You would have f*cking hated
All of this
Slowly I'll be gathering up all our truths
I'm gonna lead a riot right up to you
'Cause you're a porterhouse bureaucrat, no fun for fools
We cut out the babies for fine Italian leather shoes
Said she'll treat me like her own
But her own gets mistreated
Gonna soften your soul like flesh upon the heater
Five long years so violently tamed
Five years through the mill
I'm so violently shamed, shamed
Shamed, shamed
Yeah, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
Oh, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
And don't think I didn't notice you're a bright young thing
You got the world on a string, you requote everything
Like ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
Ninety-nine problems, son
And I'm the root
Of them all
The f*cking root
Of them all
Said, I'll take you like a drink that I didn't pay for
Gonna leave you like the conversation I never stayed for
But I remember it clearly like it was scratched out in red
Upon my mother's forehead as she so lovingly said
You'll get shamed, shamed
Shamed, shamed
Yeah, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
Yeah, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
Oh, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
Oh, you get your money's worth, an eye for an eye
Strings of the heart, strings of the purse, you always came first
You get your money's worth, an eye for an eye