These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me

verse 1: Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died Sometimes I stay like that until the day becomes night Then I crank myself up and I set loose to fly Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life And the places are the same but the faces are new And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again Cuz these pigs seem to be getting the best of me These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me With so much to love sometimes you wind up diseased Whoa Whoa (hold) Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Oh! verse 2: Now I'm back in the sun and my fingers are scraping And I can't work the clasp I can't stop the shaking And I'm making that face that only ever happens When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping What happened to all of the "Oh you'll be fines?" What happened to having plenty of time? What happened to my fucking body and mind? I poisoned them dry but I'd still like to try Refrain: To wake up tomorrow and to feel myself grow in the sun To finally face all the work I still need to get done To quit being such a pussy And run back into the storm (hold) where my demons come from Cuz these pigs seem to be getting the best of me These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me With so much to love sometimes you wind up diseased With so much to love sometimes you wind up diseased With so much to love (hold) sometimes you wind up diseased Whoa Whoa Whoa (hold) Whoa Whoa Whoa