It's Tuesday And I Already Hit The Bottle I Can't Even Fall In Love At Happy Hour I Think I'll Go Home Now And Dream About The Nightmares That Could Be Like All My Friends Turning Into Myenemies Yeah You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me Late That Night I Am Awakened By A Banshee's Cry And I'm Too Scared To Get A Drink I See The Rusty Swingset Blow From Generations Long Ago Under Moonlight The Plow Is Stained By The Power Of Your Name You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me Out You're Good At Pushing Me The Farmer's Daughter Raises Hell When I Try To Kiss Her Screaming Daddies Now I Run Here's To Sickle Swinging Fun You're Good At Pushing Me Out X2 You're Good At Pushing Me You're Good At Pushing Me Out X3 You're Good At Pushing Me
