Don't Mosh The Organ Letra

to politely take my seat.

And so I asked them both politely,
"Which one justifies the mean?"
And all they could respond with is:

It's not the road you're standing on,
it's the miles that you put on.

So I took one step forward
and crossed the finish line.
I took a one step backward
and I crossed the finish line.

And I stood in one place and said
"Where the fuck do I go now?"
No one spoke.
What a joke.

And so I made a mistake
and I cried/lied all day long.
Made another mistake
and I felt nothing at all.

And when I begged for forgivassy
all they said to me was:

It's not the miles that you put on,
It's the road that you're on.

And now they have the nerve
to ask me what it's like to be.
And they come to me and confide
all their thoughts of jealousy.

And they ask me why my road
is so immaculate and clean.
So I look them in the eye
and I tell them one more lie.