Lyrics















This skull he's sitting in the back and he's fuckin smiling
And he's dreaming dreams of busted lips and severed limbs
and small intestines on the Arizona highways
And that guy and kids who're all ripped up and inside-out

The body's strong, the spirit can be broken
Thickskull's resolve and will of iron leave him slowly going cold
The Man of Oak who has the answers hasn't spoken
The will is gone, and with it goes the lone road home

This skull he walks alone he's always fuckin grinning
He feels no regret he fears no sticks or fuckin stones
And if he's so full of fuckin shit, then who's the hero?
If he's so full of fuckin shit, then what are you?

The body's strong, the spirit can be broken
Thickskull's resolve and will of iron leave him slowly going cold
The Man of Oak who has the answers hasn't spoken
The will is gone, and with it goes the lone road home

Thickskull himself, he aint no fuckin hero
Thickskull himself, he aint about to save no one no more
Thickskull himself, he aint so thick he can't be seen through
Thickskull himself, get the fuck out, get the fuck out, go home
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