It's a wake-up call 'cause the thrill of it all isn't worth the punch,
Drunken binges only blow your lunch,
Yes, you shot your wad when you named yourself "God,"
But your nickname is "Chump"
Pouring chunks out your mouth, wisdom out your rump.

It's a belching gas, it's a treacherous trip on a mountainous pass,
It's a warning, it's a block,
You're the cock of the walk, but you can't walk your talk.

It's for you, and you, and you,
Oh, it's for you, and you, and you,
It's for you, and you, and you,
Well, it's for you, and you, and you.

It's a freeze-frame still, full of whiskey and bitter pills,
It's a catwalk crawl through one barroom brawl after another, (it's a mother)
So don't look down 'cause you won't like the drop,
It's fun while you're flying, but it's bad when you're lying there, bleeding and dying.

It's for you, and you, and you,
Oh, it's for you, and you, and you,
It's for you, and you, and you,
Oh, it's for you, and you, and you.

It's a bath of sin, with no way to clean up and no way to win,
It's a hardened heart that attacks when it stops, and you can't make it start again.

Yes, you're labouring under the law with all of your foibles and all of your flaws,
You could cut them all loose and save yourself from the hangman,
No need to be damned, but do you give a dang, man'

Fortune and fame or a rank poverty - we all rank just the same,
'Cause every knee has to bow to some god of some kind,
Which one will you choose'

Is it you, and you, and you'
Oh, is it you, and you, and you'
Is it you, and you, and you'
Why is it you, and you'
Is it you, and you, and you'
Oh, is it you, and you, you too'
Is it you, and you, and you'
Oh, is it you, and you, and you'
Oh, is it you, and you, and you'
Why is it you, and you, you'

(thankyou)