To the Guy Who Stole My Bike

To the guy who stole by bike

I hope it serves you well

I hope the brakes don't seize

When you're riding down the hill to hell

To the ones who left my trust

Out in the rain to accumulate rust

I wish you no ill will

But mark my words, you're gonna get some still

'Cause I was angry, and I'm still now

But we'll break even when we're in the ground

Sleeping sound

To the ones I loved and left

With an axe to grind with me in the present tеnse

It wasn't you, baby, you were swеll

But I got a history of pissing in the wishing well

I was angry, and I'm still now

But we'll break even when we're in the ground

We'll break even when we're in the ground

Sleeping sound

Sleeping sound

To the guy who stole by bike

And to the ones who left my trust

And to any plum fucker with an axe to grind

We'll break even when we're in the ground

Sleeping sound