Don't Call Me That

Don’t call me a racist, don’t call me a sexist

Don’t laugh at my failures, don’t pray for my exit

Don’t call me a monster, don’t call me a perv

Don’t call me the ugliest motherfucker on earth

Don’t call me a weirdo, don’t call me a psycho

Don’t text your threats at me with a million typos

Don’t call me a piggy-pie, don’t call me fat

Don’t look at me like you’re disgusted at that

Don’t call me a sinner, don’t call me the devil

Don’t even suggest I’m on the lowest level

Don’t call me a rookie, don’t call me lazy

You’re nearsighted and your vision’s hazy

Don’t call me something you can never take back

What are you smoking? Weed, tobacco, or crack?

Who told you those lies? The leader of a cult?

Whatever it is, it’s getting really fucking old

Speak only for yourself and for nobody else

When you buy your own lies, the bullshit sells

I’m not going to heaven, I’m not going to hell

I’d rather stay at the dingiest no-tell motel

Rather die on the toilet of a McDonald’s bathroom

Than on the battlefield serving your holy platoon

Don’t call me your prisoner of your losing war

Don’t call me a ghost you should always ignore