[Intro] [Twangy, detuned slide riff] [Drums stomp] [harmonica wheezes] [Verse 1] [greasy riff] Ain’t gonna waste my hate— My hate’s a vintage red. I’ll let it breathe, let it seethe, ‘Stead of spillin’ ‘cross your head. You want a war? I’ll build a vault… Lock your tantrums up with lead. Keep it for myself, myself, my goddamn self. [Chorus 1] [Slide guitar snarls] Good day! How do? I’ll send a bullet smile to you. Don’t waste your breath, don’t waste my time— I’ll let my hate age into wine. Clink-clink, ‘cheers’ to your demise… I’ll sip mine slow—you’ll guzzle lies. [Verse 2] [Slink Bass] You tip that tinfoil crown, Prance ‘round like jester kings. Your sermon’s spit, your throne’s a ditch— I’ll let the buzzards clip your wings. My mind? It left your circus tent… Yours is the tune the rot sings. [Chorus 2] [dissonant harmonies] Good day! Fuck you. I’ll send a coffin smile to you. Don’t waste your breath, don’t waste my rage— I’ll let my hate ripen with age. Clink-clink, ‘cheers’ to your decay… I’ll sip mine slow—you’ll choke today. [Breakdown] [Distorted] [Drop] [Mock Vocals] “Good day! Good lie! [Whispered Vocals] “Keep it… keep it…” [Guitar Slide] [sinister, descending lick] [Guitar Solo] [scorching slide] [Chorus 3] [drum and bass] Good day. Goodbye. I’ll send a ghost smile to you. Don’t waste your breath—it’s wasted air. My hate’s a vintage you can’t share. Clink-clink… Silence. [Screamed Vocals] “HATEEEEEE.” [Verse 3] [sludge-heavy] Better to hoard than to grieve— Ain’t got time to spend my spite. Your drama’s cheap, your tears well-deep… I’ll let the maggots read you rites. Keep it for myself, myself, my godless self. [Outro] [warped,dissonant Harmonica] [chant vocals] “Good day… good rot… Good day… good rot…” [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] [End]
