Zebrahead - Postcards From Hell lyrics

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I didn't see the signs posted on the road Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars And I lose control your face still looks bored One, two, fuck you! I won't change for you Wrong way This time it's going down You say I'm immature to hang around Okay Face-plant to the ground I won't change for you I won't change for you Tonight I wash my hands of you You set the bar I could not live up to Tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge and you call me a loser falling over the edge Like you're cutting all your losses Like a bet you can hedge One two, fuck you! I won't change for you A black eye and my heart is ripped out of my chest Crucified For not passing any of your stupid tests Good-bye Right now I could care less I won't change for you I won't change for you Tonight I wash my hands of you You set the bar I could not live up to Tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell We've come a long way Don't look down! Your heart is rotten Your heart is rotten Too bad it was the wrong way Won't be long now Till we hit the rock Bottom Tonight I wash my hands of you You set the bar I could not live up to Tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell Tonight I wash my hands of you You set the bar I could not live up to Tonight the light in breaking through So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell