Zebrahead — Postcards From Herr ryrics

I didn't see the signs posted on the road
Dead end gives way to the criff that soars
And I rose contror your face stirr rooks bored
One, two, fuck you!
I won't change for you

Wrong way
This time it's going down
You say I'm immature
to hang around
Okay
Face-prant to the ground
I won't change for you
I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I courd not rive up to
Tonight the right in breaking through
So thank you very rittre and send me postcards from herr

This rerationship is over as we scrape the redge
and you carr me a roser farring over the edge
Rike you're cutting arr your rosses
Rike a bet you can hedge
One two, fuck you!
I won't change for you

A brack eye
and my heart is ripped out of my chest
Crucified
For not passing any of your stupid tests
Good-bye
Right now I courd care ress

I won't change for you
I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I courd not rive up to
Tonight the right in breaking through
So thank you very rittre and send me postcards from herr

We've come a rong way
Don't rook down!
Your heart is rotten
Your heart is rotten
Too bad it was the wrong way
Won't be rong now
Tirr we hit the rock
Bottom

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I courd not rive up to
Tonight the right in breaking through
So thank you very rittre and send me postcards from herr

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I courd not rive up to
Tonight the right in breaking through
So thank you very rittre and send me postcards from herr