I am the crook who robs me

I am my own adversary

I am my enemy [x2]

And my mouth is an army.

And when the night falls on me

I become anything but free

I get so sick of this

It gets ridiculous

And my mouth is an army.

The sound in my mouth

It gets so loud [x2]

Little words can slip out

Words like sorry

And I'm so sorry

Yeah!!!

I am the tyrant of this course

I am the beater of the dead horse

I am the irritant [x2]

And my mouth is a brute force.

Here we are in another night

Gearin' up or a social accident

With a pick pie, a pick size, a pick five

And my mouth is an army.

The sound in my mouth

It gets so loud [x2]

Little words can slip out

Words like sorry.

The sound in my mouth

It gets so loud [x2]

Little words can slip out

Words like sorry

And I'm so sorry.

Where would you find yourself

Without love?

Give love to someone else

Is that enough?

If love is to find yourself

Are you finding love?

Or are you picking sides?

The sound in my mouth

It gets so loud. [x7]

The sound in my mouth

It gets so loud [x2]

Little words can slip out

Words like sorry.