Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
Good God Damn
Good God Damn
Let Me Out
Won't hang tight
Why keep me around
I won't put up
And I won't put out
You say its looking up
But everybody's looking down

I've seen your act
I've played your game
You clean me out
And dirty my name
You had one shot
Now it's aimed your way
What they gonna do
What's everybody gonna say

Good God damn
You think you're smart
When they all come to
They're gonna tear you apart
When you can't play dumb
And the word gets round
What they gonna do
When they figure you out
Good God damn
You think you're smart
When they all come to
They're gonna tear you apart
When you can't play dumb
And the word gets round
What they gonna do
When they figure you out

Good god damn
You lost your strut
Hard keeping up
When you're living in a rut
You made your mind
I took my turn
Hope those tears can
Soothe your burns

I took your shit
Packed it up
Don't be shocked when you
Can't get a fuck
The gettings been good
But the givings all gone
Get fucked, go home
And we all carry on
Good God damn
You think you're smart
When they all come to
They're gonna tear you apart
When you can't play dumb
And the word gets round
What they gonna do
When they figure you out

Good God damn
You think you're smart
When they all come to
They're gonna tear you apart
When you can't play dumb
And the word gets round
What you gonna do
When they figure you out

Good God damn
You think you're smart
When they all come to
They're gonna tear you apart
When you can't play dumb
And the word gets round
What they gonna do
When they figure you out