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If This Tour Doesn't Kill You, I Will

If this tour doesn't kill you then I will

I hate your guts and it makes me ill

Seeing your face every morning

One more month and twenty-two days

If this tour doesn't kill you, I may

Counting down the miles 'til we leave the state

I'm counting down the minutes 'til I can erase

Every memory of you

For a second, let's be honest

Nothing will clean your filthy conscience

Everything you do makes me wanna vomit

And if this tour doesn't kill you, buddy, I'm on it

Why can't we just get along?

You think you're so original

(Why can't we just get along?)

I can't wait for your funeral

(Why can't we just get along?)

Don't wish you were dead, I wish you'd never been born at all

(Why can't everybody just chill?)

I'm trying not to let you get in my head, but every line, every goddamn syllable

That you say makes me wanna gouge out my eyes with a power drill

If this tour doesn't kill you

If this tour doesn't kill you, then I will