Built to Break

They don't make 'em like they used to be
An eye that wanders and a taste for meat
Two legs, seemingly broken, fall open with the breeze
One tongue, forked and then sharpened
Flicks the flecks out from your teeth

They don't make 'em like they used to do
Pour some poison in an ear or two
My words, lobotomized by anger, embarrass me
One brain, spitting and sputtering, can't quite keep it clean

God don't make no junk
God don't makе no junk
God don't make no junk
God don't make no junk

We built thеse things for breaking down
All of this, for breaking down
I kept my cool throughout the day
Now it's mine, my turn, to freak out

I scream my fill, I scream what I wish I said at the windshield
After the amputation I can still feel you itch
Mourning my phantom limb that tangled with two hemlock lips

God don't make no junk
God don't make no junk
God don't make no junk
God don't make no junk

You're right, you're ever so smart
How blessed am I to have your insight!?
You're right, you're ever so smart
How blessed am I to have your insight!?
You're right, you're ever so smart
How blessed am I to have your fucking insight!?

We built these things for breaking down
All of this, for breaking down
I kept my cool throughout the day
Now it's mine, my turn, to freak out