Bother (Live at the RAMP Awards, Moscow, Russia, 10/18/2006)

Are you still with us out there, Moscow?

I've waited a long fucking time to play

This next song here in fucking Russia

And if you know the words, if you know the words

I expect you to sing this as loud as you possibly can

Can you fucking do that for me, my friends?

I dedicate this to the friends and family here in Moscow

We will never forget this, we will

Never forget this, I promise you that

This song is called "Bother"

Wish I was too dead to cry

My self-affliction fades

Stones to throw at my creator

Masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping further

But once I hold on

Won't let go 'til it bleeds

Holy shit

Wish I was too dead to care

If indeed I cared at all

Never had a voice to protest

So you fed me shit for thought

I think we can do better than that

Can we do better than that?

Let's try that again

So you fed me shit for thought

I wish I had a reason

Mind falls in open season

For this I gave up trying

One good tongue serves my tongue

You don't need to bother

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping further

But once I hold on

Won't let go 'til it bleeds

Oh, I love you Moscow

Light 'em up, Gaza, light 'em up

Fucking hell, okay, shh

You're just too fucking crazy here in fucking Moscow, dude

Fuck

You having a good time? You alright?

Let's finish this

Wish I died instead of lived

A zombie hides my face

Shelf forgotten with its memories

Diaries left with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping further

But once I hold on

Won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother

I don't need to be, yeah

I'll keep slipping further

But once I hold on, yeah

Shh

I know you can't understand this, but this, that

Is the whole fucking reason that I do what I do

You can take the money, you can take the fame, that

Right here is the whole reason that I do what I do

Hey, guess what?

Guess what?