Gravity, my arch enemy We meet again, my friend Mr. barstool meet my head It's hard to get respect When you're face down on the floor It started out alright But it'll end up in the morgue I make a point to dissapoint I wrote the book on self defeat And god can goddamn it He gave up and said the devil could have it There's a problem with my heart There's a problem with my brain If I'm alive you'd have to kill me just to find out Go on, open up a vein You'll be seeing red for days I make a point to dissapoint I wrote the book on self defeat And god can goddamn it all to hell He gave up and said the devil could have it Said he could have it, but he didn't want it And neither should you I make a point to dissapoint I wrote the book on self defeat And god can goddamn it He gave up and said the devil could have it