I'm calling out the sinners and I'm calling out the saints
I'm calling out the prophets and I'm calling out the fates
I'm gonna need a bullhorn, 'cause I have a few complaints
I plan to do some planning, but I haven't set a date

I'm getting bothered

I'm calling out the lawmen and I'm calling out the thieves
I'm calling out the day-jobs and I'm calling out the dreams
I'm gonna need some earplugs because I think I'm gonna SCREAM
To get my motor running, I've been drinking gasoline

I'm getting bothered
Sins of the father
Turned wine to water
Turned coat for silver

Sittin' and spinnin'
Blending my guilt with intention, now listen
Someone's always going through my mind and shit's missing
Sit on the fence, indecision
Now I'm pissed and I'm wishin'
When did this room become a prison? Paid my dues, continued living. So...
Cool
That's how we do
Mad now, I'm cruel
Blackout 'till noon and then I wake up feeling
Blue
Sad pout, I'm through
As I shout, “fuck you”
With my mouth...
I turned a product into profit
Sold my sawdust, bought a pocket
Filled it with my thoughts and taught it
How to walk, I'm not your martyr!
Give me more, it's getting harder
This is war, I'm getting bothered.

These crazy kids, their dog and I are hip to your disguise
We see right through your evil scheme, we're calling out your lies
We're calling out the sheriff and we're taking off your mask
We're calling out for justice and we're eating scooby snacks

We're getting bothered.