Lawrence Arms These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me Lyrics

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
Sometimes I stay like that till the day becomes night
Then I crank myself up, and I set loose to fly
Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life
And the places are the same, but the faces are new
And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can
And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again

Chorus:
Cause these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Now I'm back in the sun and my fingers are scraping
And I can't work to clasp and I can't stop the shaking
And I'm making that face that only ever happens
When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping
What happened to all of the oh you'll be fines
What happened to having plenty of time
What happened to my fucking body and mind
I poisoned them dry, but I still like to try to wake up tomorrow
Had to feel myself growing in the sun to finally face all
Oh the work that still needs to get done
So quit being such a pussy and run
Back into the storm where my demons come from

Chorus:
But these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Thanks to TwinkieTom for correcting these lyrics