I Did A Terrible Thing - The Paper Chase

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Lyrics I did a terrible thing When I monkey-wrenched your circuitry And when they finally got to me I'd built a monster worse than me And far worse than you And I have become such an ungrateful man Just to hear those words you've whispered out And I snickered in between The checkpoint, the boot hill, the ass in me Says some things still best left unsheathed Or out come the knives So retire to your ant hill And cover tire track and learn to choke it back And when they get to you, they'll see that I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing With a sober mind Make no mistake; I just couldn't stop the hands When you're happy and you're safe You'll do anything to keep it that way So, do you need the baseball bat And do you need something elite? Do you need that to feel safe? Do you need that to feel safe? 'Cause last night I took my sharpest blade And I cut my tent another five inch slit And I make sure I get away And when the weary heads hit our sleeping bags The brutal honesty can tend to spill out, [and] me I'd like to whisk you all away Whisk you all away Whisk you all away With a terrible mind And when they finally get past All of your once tightly seriesed The check, the point, the Charlies And when we finally get past their doors We can hate these sinners the way we hurt our fathers Now when we finally get past their doors We can hate these sinners I hear the boots in the hallway again I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing I did a terrible thing With a sober mind (Take highway 378 west, to traffic circle. Take Prosperity exit. Go one-and-a-half miles. Turn right at sign, Moose Lodge number 103. Go one-quarter mile. Turn left at white framed building. Go to backyard; six feet beyond, we're waiting. God chose us.​)