"Crush" lyrics

Twenty-five bucks
And a bottle of wine
Oh, the pressure's on
But I feel fine
I crawl into a hole
For a couple of days
This "God" sure works
In mysterious ways

Heart has been racing
Since I was a boy
And I, too, bleed red
Gonna crush, kill, destroy

Paralyze me
With a mind charade
I took a wrong turn
At the freak parade
If less means more
Then more means less
I'm just a little white pawn
In a game of chess

Call me crazy
I call it a ploy
Still waters run deep
Gonna crush, kill, destroy

Twenty-five bucks
And a bottle of wine
Oh, the pressure's on
But I feel fine
I crawl into a hole
For a couple of days
This "God" sure works
In mysterious ways

Heart has been racing
Since I was a boy
And I, too, bleed red
Gonna crush, kill, destroy