Bars Lyrics

You think what you do is special, don't you?

What you say doesn't need a reason, or truth

But I've got a fine-toothed comb

I've spent too much time alone

For you to walk around like

You can understand

What does it mean to be told?

Is that your means for control?

You're screening everything

I'm screaming for a break

What does it mean to be told?

I take no point of action

To shove up your business

If life's so precious

Why can't we offer some kindness

I'm at my own wit's end

You're on another bend

How does it feel to grow old?

What does it mean to be told?

Is that your means for control?

You're screening everything

I'm screaming for a break

What does it mean to be told?

So here's a fresh reminder to

Eat your words and

Sit the fuck down

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