Jump - Funeral Chic

I know that you’re not feelin it but lets get down to business

Give us all your time, we’ll keep you out of prison

You step out of line, you get the axe, we get your soul

You fuckin' judas, know your role

I feel the grip every day, ripping one by one at my ribcage

I know they don’t want me here

I know they want me dead, they know I want to die, but I got work to do,

bills to pay

If they ask where I’m from, where I’ve been or where I’m goin, tell these

motherfuckers that I went and jumped

Jesus fucking christ almighty, fuck this

I’m out