For the Record

Ugh, and if we're being honest

Read every critique and every comment

Every album review, and there's a lot of 'em

Every fucking critic with a pen and a problem

All of 'em, ha, you're damn right

All my songs about pain, and I like 'em that way

Ugh, so do you get it?

Sing about it 'cause I lived it

If I said it, then I meant it

I don't bend, I don't break

I don't fold under pressure

The will to survive

I am forever

And while we all on the topic

The wolves at my door still knocking

The voices in my head still calling

The voices in my head still calling

I don't bend, I don't break

I don't fold under pressure

The will to survive

I am forever

I don't bend, I don't break

I don't fold under pressure

The will to survive

I am forever

The will to survive

I am forever

The will to survive

I am forever

And once again, for the record

Still don't give a fuck about selling records

Still don't need your damn handout

So keep my motherfucking name out your damn mouth

So keep my motherfucking name out your damn mouth

And once again, for the record

Still don't give a fuck about selling records

Still don't need your damn handout

So keep my motherfucking name out your damn mouth

So keep my motherfucking name out your damn mouth

So keep my motherfucking name out your damn mouth