These Backs Are Made For Stabb

You play this game so well
So well in fact that they can't tell
But we're on to you (Let's go!)
Cause your act is nothing new
And we can see right through it now
Your methods old, worn and used

If you swallow your pride
You'll decide to spill your insides
Take your time, find your spine
I swear you'll be just fine
If your backbone should find its way home
Through the hole above your neck
Is where the trap is set

You are so obvious, predictable
And someday your games will catch up to you
So obvious and we all know
That someday your games will catch up
Right now!

You thought I'd fall for your lies
You thought I'd cut off all ties
Any more, God wish you'd be dead
You show me yours, I'll show you mine
You know sincerity grows in time
Sing it with me if you can
Shout, little backbone

If you swallow your pride
You'll decide to spill your insides
Take your time, find your spine
I swear you'll be just fine
If your backbone should find its way home
Through the hole above your neck
Is where the trap is set

You are so obvious, predictable
And someday your games will catch up to you
So obvious and we all know
That someday your games will catch up

So carve your apologies in your wrists
Let the guilt drip from your fingertips
I'm on to you, we're on to you
Now wrap this excuse around your neck
And I'll kick the chair out from your legs
I'm on to you, we're on to you

You are so obvious, predictable
And someday your games will catch up
Obvious, predictable
And someday your games will catch up to you
So obvious and we all know
That someday your games will catch up
That someday your games will catch up
Right now!