When you're hit, turn the other cheek God always rewards the meek I believed in that shit when I was young Then I turned out to be another scam Now it seems the older I am The closer I get is to buyin' a gun Well, you know I'd set the whole world straight But I'm too busy Just getting' by There's never enough to compensate So have another slice of Fuck Pie Back when I was young and naive I wore my influences on my sleeve Preached from the safety of my bedroom floor I tried in vain to steer my peers From superstition and fears Only thing I learned was to lock your door I'm not cynical I've just seen too much Sometimes I wonder why I even try Only choice you got Is where to eat your lunch So have another slice of Fuck Pie So go ahead Scream and shout About things you can do nothing about Get back up Every time you're knocked down Well, one day you're gonna see That all the powers that be Always make enough crosses to go around Well, you know I'd set the whole world straight But I'm too busy Just getting' by There's never enough to compensate So have another slice of Fuck Pie So have another slice of Fuck Pie