Double-A Asshole

You can’t make up through sobriety
What you obviously lack in civility

You say you were an ornery drunk
Well you’re far from peaceful still

You approach all your problems violently
Well buddy, that’s not how you’re gonna solve me

If I’ve got the disease, old friend,
Why is it you who’s ill?
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What’s wrong with you wasn’t drink or drugs
What’s wrong with you is you

You can join any club or cult that you want
The problem will still be you
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So swing at a darkened room blindly
We’ll watch as you dispatch your enemies

You rail against yourself enough
One day soon you’ll get your kill

You may have found sobriety
But not harmony or tranquility

You say you’re cured of your disease
So why are you still ill?
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{CHORUS}

What’s wrong with you wasn’t drink or drugs
What’s wrong with you is you

You can join any club or cult that you want
The problem will still be you