(You stupid fu-) ♪ Reaper weekend, never sleeping Sure I'm weeping, never leaving Shaking hands and countin' grams Kicking cans at canceled plans So, he put up a fight That he don't wanna win God, it felt so right So, I don't wanna live If that's the kind of world that it is Where you hate what you have And love to forgive ♪ Now my eyes burn, waitin' my turn You aren't fair, we're going nowhere Shot his head off, it was awesome Didn't know him, not my problem So, he put up a fight That he don't wanna win God, it felt so right So, I don't wanna live If that's the kind of world that it is Where you hate what you have And love to forgive