X‐ing Off the Days

Turn off... turn off... turn off...!

You walk all over anyone who dares to be a friend,
Scream and yell because you deem them unenlightened,
High upon your horse you preach and preach and preach,
Love thy fellow humans all your filthy little creeps.

X-ing off the days,
X-ing off the days

I nearly broke my back as I was bending back for you,
Half the time was hell and half a waste of time,
High upon your horse you preach and preach and preach,
Love thy fellow humans all your filthy little creeps.

X-ing off the days,
X-ing off the days.