Original lyrics

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If this tour doesn't kill you then I will I hate your guts and it makes me ill Seeing your face every morning One more month and twenty-two days If this tour doesn't kill you, I may Counting down the miles till we leave the state I'm counting down the minutes till I can erase Every memory of you For a second, let's be honest Nothing will clean your filthy conscience Everything you do makes me wanna vomit And if this tour doesn't kill you, buddy, I'm on it Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? You think you're so original (Why can't we just get along?) I can't wait for your funeral (Why can't we just get along?) Don't wish you were dead I wish you'd never been born at all (Why can't everybody just chill?) I'm trying not to let you get in my head But every line, every goddamn syllable That you say makes me wanna Gouge out my eyes with a power drill If this tour doesn't kill you If this tour doesn't kill you If this tour doesn't kill you, then I will