What Would Bruce Campbell Do? by Small Arms Dealer Lyrics

Gravity, my arch enemy. we meet again, my friend. mr. barstool meet my head. it's hard to get respect. when you're face down on the floor. it started out alright. but it'll end up in the morgue. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it. he gave up and said the devil could have it. there's a problem with my heart. there's a problem with my brain. if i'm alive you'd have to kill me just to find out. go on, open up a vein. you'll be seeing red for days. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it all to hell. he gave up and said the devil could have it. said he could have it, but he didn't want it. and neither should you. i make a point to disappoint. i wrote the book on self defeat. and god can goddamn it. he gave up and said the devil could have it