Pickle Lyrics & Chords By Nonpoint

Sittin' on your ass all day
Thinkin' about your hangover and the party
You left your f*ckin' keys and had to beg for
A ride from a stranger that I never met before.
He acted so friendly that I had to take the ride
But for some reason he resembled that
Guy wanted for a robbery and beatin' on his kids
'You remind me of my stepson' he chuckled with a grin.
What was that move that they taught in self-defense.
You block the killer's knife move with some confidence.
The signal when you're trapped inside a moving car.
I wonder if he'll drive real far.
What a day, what a day,
You should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
What a day, what a day.
What a day, what a day,
You should think next time before you start to play,
What a day, what a day.
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from! No sleep this week!
Tap your heels home! Then fall asleep...
Sittin' 'round looking for a fight.
Kinda' pissed off how I'm turnin' my life
Upside down from insecure insecurities makin' up
My mind through old hypocrisy.