Yeah, I get it 
 You're an outcast 
 Always under attack 
 Always coming in last 
 Bringing up the past 
 No one owes you anything 
 I think you need a shotgun blast 
 A kick in the ass 
 So paranoid 
 Watch your back 
    Oh, my, here we go   
 Another lose cannon gone bi-polar 
 Slipped down, couldn't get much lower 
 Quicksand's got no sense of humor 
 I'm still laughing like hell 
 You think that the cryin to me 
 Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe 
 You've been infected by a social disease 
 Well, then take your medicine   
 I created the sound of madness 
 Wrote the book on pain 
 Somehow I'm still here 
 To explain 
 That the darkest hour never 
 Comes in the night 
 You can sleep with a gun 
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself   
 I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality 
 If there's an afterlife 
 Then it'll set you free 
 But I'm not gonna part the seas 
 You're a self-fulfilling prophecy 
 You think that cryin to me 
 Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe 
 You've been infected by a social disease 
 Well, then take your medicine   
 I created the sound of madness 
 Wrote the book on pain 
 Somehow I'm still here 
 To explain 
 That the darkest hour never 
 Comes in the night 
 You can sleep with a gun 
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself   
 I created the sound of madness 
 Wrote the book on pain 
 Somehow I'm still here 
 To explain 
 That the darkest hour never 
 Comes in the night 
 You can sleep with a gun 
 When you gonna wake up 
 When you gonna wake up and fight   
 I created the sound of madness 
 Wrote the book on pain 
 Somehow I'm still here 
 To explain 
 That the darkest hour never 
 Comes in the night 
 You can sleep with a gun 
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself   
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself   
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself   
 When you gonna wake up and fight 
 For yourself