Preposterously Prepared Pizza Hut Pyro (Remix)

[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, car engine idling in background] [Verse 1] [male vocals] I'm going to stop by my father's house See if he's home in the shed The shed he calls home The one that he roams The only thing that he owns In the place where I used to play Until my fingers bleed I really need some new strings These ones feel like wrapped in barbed wire Trapped in barbed wire My fingers are so fucking calloused I wish I could buy a pack. a pack of strings. But I can't even afford my lunch [Instrumental Break] [guitar continues fingerpicking, rhythmic tapping on guitar body] [Verse 2] [vocal becomes more rhythmic and strained] I am going to steal a set of strings from the guitar store, They won't even fucking see me, So I walk in. Look the guy directly in the eyes at the counter. Not suspicious at all. Not suspicious, what are you doing, bro? he says. Literally just going for it. Fucking cars trying to kill me, With the automatic driving. It almost drove me straight off the road. This car's a bitch. And it knows it. Ruined my whole song Or Maybe it made the whole song one day we will see. I will see. see my fingers bleed. [Instrumental Break] [guitar solo with repetitive fingerstyle pattern and percussive hits] [Verse 3] That's my solo for you Thy False Idol YB ARCH ANGEL On The Track bitch I'm gonna buy a new car And burn my old one At least in the parking lot While the people at Pizza Hut watch it burn And then I enter the Pizza Hut Because I told them that it was stolen Insurance fraud is my next crime I wish that I could give you my hand I wish that you could give me an end I wish that I could give you my hand I wish that you could give me an end I wish that I could stand one more time But I lost both my legs I wish that I could stand one more time But I lost both my legs They call me Lieutenant Dan 'Cause I cannot stand I'm Lieutenant Dan 'Cause I cannot stand these bitches I'm Lieutenant Dan 'Cause I cannot stand these bitches Do you like them shrimp, Lieutenant Dan? Julia, what are you whining about for the billionth time this hour? What do you want, Julia? Julia What do you want, Julie? Julie, what do you want? What? What do you want? Julie, what, what, what do you want? [Outro] [guitar strumming intensifies then stops abruptly]