I did a terrible thing
When I monkey-wrenched your circuitry
And when they finally got to me
I'd built a monster worse than me
And far worse than you

And I have become such an ungrateful man
Just to hear those words you've whispered out
And I snickered in between
The checkpoint, the boot hill, the ass in me
Says some things still best left unsheathed
Or out come the knives

So retire to your ant hill
And cover tire track and learn to choke it back
And when they get to you, they'll see that
I did a terrible thing
I did a terrible thing
With a sober mind

Make no mistake;
I just couldn't stop the hands
When you're happy and you're safe
You'll do anything to keep it that way
So, do you need the baseball bat
And do you need something elite?
Do you need that to feel safe?
Do you need that to feel safe?
'Cause last night I took my sharpest blade
And I cut my tent another five inch slit
And I make sure I get away
And when the weary heads hit our sleeping bags
The brutal honesty can tend to spill out, [and] me
I'd like to whisk you all away
Whisk you all away
Whisk you all away
With a terrible mind

And when they finally get past
All of your once tightly seriesed
The check, the point, the Charlies
And when we finally get past their doors
We can hate these sinners the way we hurt our fathers
Now when we finally get past their doors
We can hate these sinners
I hear the boots in the hallway again

I did a terrible thing

I did a terrible thing

I did a terrible thing
I did a terrible thing
I did a terrible thing
I did a terrible thing
With a sober mind
Take highway 378 west, to traffic circle. Take Prosperity exit. Go one-and-a-half miles. Turn right at sign, Moose Lodge number 103. Go one-quarter mile. Turn left at white framed building. Go to backyard; six feet beyond, we're waiting. God chose us.​