Nails - Intellectual

[Verse]

Well I don't care much for winning

And I don’t care much right now

If I just get through this winter

Because I don't care much right now

[Pre-Chorus 1]

You know I'm sick of this

By God I’m sick of this

You know I'm sick of this

Down to my finger tips

And I'm sick what's right

Sick of the light

Sick of the lies

Sick of the spite

I know I don't belong up there but I'm not sure why I'm done here

I know I don't belong up there but I’m not sure why I’m down here

[Pre-Chorus 2]

I'm not sure why I’m down here

But it sure beats being up there

Because the people make me wicked

And they don't half like to stare

And this whittling never lights

And the fire will surely die

And the flame will never light

And so we all will surely die

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Because I'm sick of this

By God I'm sick of this

You know I’m sick of this

Down to my finger tips

And I'm sick what's right

Sick of the light

Sick of the lies

Sick of the spite

[Chorus]

I'm sick of banging on these nails

Banging on these nails

[Bridge]

We're the creatures creeping all through the night

[Pre-Chorus 1]

I feel like I'm

Sick of this

By God I'm sick of this

You know I'm sick of this

Down to my finger tips

And I'm sick what's right

Sick of the light

Sick of the lies

Sick of the spite

[Chorus]

I'm sick of banging on these nails

Banging on these nails

[Verse]

Well I don't care much for winning

And I don't care much right now

If I can just get through this winter

You know I don't care much right now

And I've been whittling all this kindling

Into a flame that never lights

And the fire will surely die

And so we all will surely die

[Pre-Chorus 1]

I'm sick of this

By God I'm sick of this

You know I'm sick of this

Down to my finger tips

And I'm sick what's right

Sick of the light

Sick of the lies

Sick of the spite

[Chorus]

I'm sick of banging on these nails

Banging on these nails

[Bridge]

We're the creatures creeping all through the night

(And I feel so numb)

We're the creatures creeping all through the night

(And I feel so numb)

And I feel so numb

[Pre-Chorus 1]

I'm sick of this

By God I'm sick of this

You know I'm sick of this

Down to my finger tips

And I'm sick what's right

Sick of the light

Sick of the lies

Sick of the spite

[Chorus]

I'm sick of banging on these nails

Banging on these nails