If this tour doesn´t kill you then I will
I hate your guts and it makes me ill
Seeing your face every morning
One more month and twenty-two days
If this tour doesn´t kill you, I may

Counting down the miles ´til we leave the state
I´m counting down the minutes ´til I can erase
Every memory of you
For a second, let´s be honest
Nothing will clean your filthy conscience
Everything you do makes me wanna vomit
And if this tour doesn´t kill you, buddy, I´m on it
Why can´t we just get along?
Why can´t we just get along?
Why can´t we just get along?
Why can´t we just get along?
You think you´re so original
(Why can´t we just get along?)
I can´t wait for your funeral
(Why can´t we just get along?)
Don´t wish you were dead, I wish you´d never been born at all

(Why can´t everybody just chill?)
I´m trying not to let you get in my head, but every line,
every goddamn syllable
That you say makes me wanna gouge out my eyes with a power drill
If this tour doesn´t kill you
If this tour doesn´t kill you
If this tour doesn´t kill you, then I will