My bastard brother's hopeless vow
  of leaving off to another town
  Has once again soaked deep into
  the cold and rotting ground
  He never shares his lovesick bed
  or listened to a word they said
  He hoards the beer and wine and bread
  Christ, I wish he were fucking dead
    Bury yourself in blame
  Drown yourself in flame
  Burn the bottle that beckons you
  to betroth yourself to shame
  give yourself a break
  Break the ones you hate
  Hate those that've fed off of you
  and your pathetic plate
    I've left it up to the gods above
  I don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from
  and nearly sick to death of this
  being neither ignorant nor in bliss
  with a family of parasites
  and feckless friends with shameless eyes
  all the endless miles caught up with me
  wearing the face of my own kind
    Bury yourself in blame
  Drown yourself in flame
  Burn the bottle that beckons you
  to betroth yourself to shame
  Yeah, jump that fuckin' train
    wed the goddamn stain
  live your life ina fuckin' cell
  be the martyr with no brain
    Step inside this room
  mind the open wounds
  cross yourself and carry on
  that claptrap may do you good