Make Sure I'm Out Screwing Up

Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me

Shoot my harmony joyride music down

Turn me away so I can't catch any Pace joy bus routes

Keep me stuck in the pain chamber of Chicago, Illinois

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Torment me with lies in front of my friends

Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man

Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist

Call me a fucking asshole like I'm an arsonist

Take me on a series of war hell rides with every CTA bus ride

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Rough me up so I can holler like a damn fool

Get me arrested and taken to jail by the Chicago police

Make me bust my portable CD player to smithereens

Kill all my good time music

Turn my Sunday sightseeing bus tour into a nerve-shattering hell ride

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Make sure I'm out screwing up

Spirit, it's the next British invasion