That's Just Worse

Never get to work Now I'll never rest until my bed is in the hearse You'll Never get the better of a veteran first If I Never said a word maybe that's just worse That's just worse. I never get to work They'll never get the message, till their bed is in a hearse Forever trying to get around the better-man curse If I never said a word maybe that's just worse Tell it to the birds, jerks, who never had a purpose Tell it to the worthless dwellin' on the surface Backwards nerd script, sell it to the serfs Tilling earth, kid, adverse herbs from the nurse' kit Better-man curse? Yeah the better man thirsting Not a betting man, but the better man's nervous Urgent, and words coming straight from the surgeon A general urge, reimbursed by the merchants Immersed in the search for the perfect dirges Bursting, curse fed, irked at the workbench Sturgeon, caught up in the current, emerge From the earth, get fervent lurking Nirvana kids hertz fed, lyric guess work, led Us through the murk, led us through the purges Victory's verses, through misery's perches Crawling out the dirt just so you can get to work Never get to work Now I'll never rest until my bed is in the hearse You'll Never get the better of a veteran first If I Never said a word maybe that's just worse That's just worse. I never get to work They'll never get the message, till their bed is in a hearse Forever trying to get around the better-man curse If I never said a word Menaced by the guesswork. Yes sir, press for the network Never said words; never worked tech for the best, work Best under stress, unimpressed? That's my best work Textbook verse let's get to the next. Curse Best under breath, search beds for the rest Your best learned guests search meds for their net worth Hope your deity's lurkin', or else you are getting murked Burned the heretics first, the rest fled to a dead church Dead 'fore they made perch, lead burned the stained birch Steps of the sect? Just a shepherd's prep-work Never get the message never led to a lecture I never got a word in and I'll never get to burst Forth; par for the course Barred from the morgue, but it's all we can afford Crying "oh lord," for their sins to be ignored Tryna make a cure, which they'll never get to work Never get to work Now I'll never rest until my bed is in the hearse You'll Never get the better of a veteran first If I Never said a word maybe that's just worse That's just worse. I never get to work They'll never get the message, till their bed is in a hearse Forever trying to get around the better-man curse If I never said a word