Everything is cliché
Everything is everything
If at first you don’t succeed
Try and try again
The definition of insanity
Is to try and try again
You can roast your buddies
But you should never fry a friend
I lift every voice to sing when
I pick the choir up by the throat
Put closer to God when choke-slammed
On a piano for that note
As we go to the end of the road
The breaks aren’t working
The drivers’ got no arms
And that brick walls’ approaching
Everything is cliché
Everything is everything
It don’t mean a thing
If it ain’t got that swing
So next time you’re struck
In the face it was done on purpose
If your last name is Lynch
Know that I’ll probably never hang with you
Black power, White power
Grey power, Crayola
To a cannibal you all fry up
Well enough with canola
Everything is cliché
Everything is everything
I’m just knocking the dust off
WD-40 the rust off
Just imagine
Coolest guy in the room you’re in
Puffing a cigar
Before he can perform smoke tricks
The walls are busted by a car
A tire is on the smokers back
And you’re to in shock to react
He’s wheezing in pain, coughing in agony
Blood is what he hacks
After the wheels roll off his spine
And you see his body shake and ache
And just when you attempt to cradle his head
Your touch makes his neck break
Epitaph Carvings 