The Menzingers - In Remission lyrics

I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Ma**achusetts, Tucked in the back of my wallet, I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston, With a blank eye from the cashier, for why it's torn and busted up. I remember that moment of silence, I was at a mall in Norwich, Shoppers stared at the ground, The escalators went on smoke breaks, Oh 1918, you've yet to see the worst of humans acting. Maybe the future's just a little bit weird, Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear. Life's a terminal illness in remission, So I took the weight of it all out for a drink, And then we drove back drunk through the busy city streets. I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak, In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police. And I hate the things that I know about you, And all the horrible things that you do. I don't want to be late for work today, I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face, Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone. Oh yeah! If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you. If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you. If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you. If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you. Oh yeah! If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you. If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you.