I got a brand new jumpsuit, where’d you’d get yours from?
Never get it second hand, cause the blood sure runs
Stomach acid comes back and it’s leaving sore gums
But it’s worthwhile, I’ve been planning this four months
Fan of the planning and plotting, I’ve got my own plot
Work’s worthwhile smile at people cause they know not
Whistle while I work and everybody wants my dope job
Nobody has a clue, so it is no prob
They can have it when I’m gone but now it is mine
Twice as bright, half as short the power to climb
Lunch break comes around, I’m asked to join in
The life of the party, imparting hardiest poison
Captain Popular in his purdy paper crown
Maybelline queens in a stream lay around
Feet dangle from a pedestal, will I make it down?
Give me a big red brush so I can paint this town

I’ve got to move, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to push, You ought to know
I’ve got to move, man, I’ve got to go show
I’ve got to push you, You ought to know so
I’ve got to move, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to push, You ought to know

I’ve got something brand new man, what do you think?
I’ve got a suit and, no, it’s not mink.
I’m ready to go and splash the sink
Taking it all the way, way past your brink
It’ll be over in a second so you’d better not blink
Shame on you if you think I won’t drink
I’ll fall down, slow motion type diving
Just me by my lonesome, watch me dying
No longer content to stick around any more
Told war stories, heard plenty scores
You can keep all your guts and glory
Sitting around, watching lives unraveling on Maury
Cause every story’s end is all the same
And this is something that you call a game
I’m appalled and ashamed to have been party to it
Feeling lightheaded, visions of a Barbie Judas, far from lucid

Is this something that I want? Vision beginning to blur
Hearing voices from a distance and they’re sounding concerned
From ground to the urn, man I’ve thought of the ways
But now I’m so tired, feeling caught in a haze
A lot of todays turn to memories, turning distant
And my son, man, I wonder if I kissed him
Did I write everything I wanted to say
Or will the incomplete haunt as a wraith?
Bodily aches fading away, my heart rate slowing down
Not enough blood to pump around in my broken mound
Did I leave the door unlocked, can somebody hear me
Or’s my mind playing tricks, I’m leery
Trying to cry out, but there’s no breath to make noise
Flailing with limbs sluggish in my pretty grave poised
Chose my favorite suit just in time to join the rest
Try as I might, death, I can’t quite avoid it yet

I’ve got to move, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to push, I ought to know
I’ve got to move, man, I’ve got to go show
I’ve got to push you, I should have known, so
I’ve got to move, I’ve got to go
I’ve got to push, I should have known