Take them out for a Sunday drive

Out in the woods they can't survive

Put them in their little lies

It won't be long before they die

Walking dead on Sunday shows

Speaking of truth, but no one knows

Mindless garbage fills their heads

It's so full you wake up dead

Somebody hates you, you must know

Getting the ax, as they saying goes

Doesn't 'mount to much when you don't look back

But your fate's on a line and your foot's on a crack

Smells like a death wagon inside here

It's so easy when you just don't care

Settle your score that the devil did make

Piece it all together before it all breaks

They say it's really going to happen

I say it's really going to happen

D., D.U.M.E., for you not me, D.U.M.E

Again and again just passing the buck

It's difficult when you're out of luck

Bear in mind it's affecting you

They're all double faced

They don't know what's true

It's not easy to say goodbye

Tomorrow never comes and no one knows why

Making waves never gets any praise

You're better off waking up dead everyday