In Remission - The Menzingers

I’ve got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts,

Tucked in the back of my wallet,

I’ll cash it when I’m back in Boston,

With a blank eye from the cashier,

for why it’s torn and busted… up.

I remember that moment of silence,

I was at a mall in Norwich,

Shoppers stared at the ground,

The escalators went on smoke breaks,

Oh 1918, you’ve yet to see the worst of humans acting.

Maybe the future’s just a little bit weird,

Maybe the God you love is all I’ve got to fear.

Life’s a terminal illness in remission,

So I took the weight of it all out for a drink,

And then we drove back drunk through the busy city streets.

I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak,

In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police.

And I hate the things that I know about you,

And all the horrible things that you do.

I don’t want to be late for war today,

I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face,

Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone.

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.