Get Hurt

You say you wine and dine him
I wanna go
Over there where you can't see or smell him
I wanna know

Uh-huh, please dad
Don't say I wanna
Small hands do the job that gotta go
Oh o-oh

So where do good people go
When they die
Then where do you go
Where do you go

You go face your past with some change
That's a writer's game
And you think I've seen you win

Then you take the time to figure out
Why my face is red
And my teeth have fallen out

Don't you think It's sorta funny when
All the friends I've made don't believe that I can die