Never get to work
Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse
You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
That’s just worse I Never get to work
They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse
Forever trying to get around the better-man curse
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse

Tell it to the birds, jerks, who never had a purpose.
Tell it to the worthless dwellin’ on the surface.
Backwards nerd script, sell it to the serfs,
Tilling earth, kid, adverse herbs from the nurse’ kit
Betterman curse? Yeah the better man thirsting, (curses)
not a betting man, but the better man’s nervous
Urgent, and words coming straight from the surgeon
A general urge, reimbursed by the merchants
Immersed in the search for the perfect dirges
Bursting, curse fed, irked at the workbench
Sturgeon, caught up in the current, emerge
From the earth, get fervent lurking
Nirvana kids hertz fed lyric guess work, led
Us through the murk, led us through the purges
Victory’s verses, through misery’s perches
Crawling out the dirt just so you can get to work

Never get to work
Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse
You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
That’s just worse I Never get to work
They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse
Forever trying to get around the better-man curse
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse

Menaced by the guesswork. Yes sir press for the Network
never said words never worked tech for the best, work
Best under stress, unimpressed? That’s my best work!
Textbook verse let’s get to the next. Curse
Best under breath, search beds for the rest,
Your best Learned guests search meds for their net (worth)
Hope your deity’s lurkin’, or else you are getting murked
Burned the heretics first the rest Fled to a dead church
Dead ‘fore they made perch, lead burned the stained birch
Steps of the sect, Just a shepherd’s prepwork
Never get the message never led to a lecture
I never get a word in and i’ll never get to Burst
Forth; par for the course,
Barred from the morgue, but it’s all we can afford
Crying oh lord, for the sins to be ignored
Tryna make a cure, which they’ll never get to word