Song Lyrics

Get up, son, hit your head like a drum
Weeds are all growin' in vain
Too much time, I got too much time
Living in a waste of space

Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same

She knows, send a message to her, she knows
She knows, get a message to her, she knows

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

Now kill it dead, but don't let it die
There's a price sittin' on your head
Face it down, don't turn it around
Unless you want to be where you've been

Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same

She knows, send a message to her, she knows
She knows, get a message to her, she knows

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na
Send a message to her
Na na na na na na

I spell out my name
In cigarettes and knives
Trying to see her
Give her a message
On a dirty window
When you see her

I've been stripping the days
Off the sidewalk and pavement
The walls are all white
And we're painting them whiter
For the zigzag mainline
My radio's plastic
And I've tased the fodder
Of a saccharine ending
Day job, pay phone, one in a trillion
And the typecast heathen
With a future all rancid
Something to believe
Something to believe
Something to believe
Something to believe
It doesn't hurt your feelings

John Robert King, Michael Simpson, Beck David Hansen