Give It Up - Chewie

Son, get the boat, leave it out

Why’d you even try (to) insult my intellect

Frozen in time like a welfare line

Like a noose around your neck

We’ve all seen the cracks in your skull

They never see you like a king without a crown

I hope your friends and family

Will have the strength to cut you down

And despite, despite yourself

You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose

And in time, in time you’ll see

You’ll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite

You see in shops or graveyard bins

Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers

Mean nothing to cold, dead bones

You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose

All, all is lost, all is gone

All we have is just a rock spinning 'round space

And yet you keep your head bowed down

As if your god would know your face

You can’t really think you’ll be saved

As if maggots were just ghosts that haunt the ground

Your fucking angel lost his way

Now decomposed without a sound

And despite, despite yourself

You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose

And in time, in time you’ll see

You’ll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite

You see in shops or graveyard bins

Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers

Mean nothing to cold, dead bones

You’ll be the last good thorn on the rose

Darling won’t you give it up

Darling give it up

You can’t win every time