It grips your fingers tight  And kills your closest friends  Squeezing all the life  That was already slipping away.  I've got no sympathy for the guilt  Or the poison that probably killed you   After all the good done  You probably know what's best for me too.    Holding your head high  As though nothing's wrong  Teeth imbedded in my soul  Or the heel of my boot  Wear a mouthpiece sucker   A mouthpiece sucker   The thrill is gone  Your blood is spilled  Your life is gone.    You grip my fingers tight  You found your only friend  Clinging onto life  That has already left you.  So now it's dark and sober,  Where will you fade tonight?   In the street  Or in your car  Another hopeless lost cause.     Holding your head high  As though nothing's wrong  Teeth imbedded in my soul  Or the heel of my boot  Wear a mouthpiece sucker   A mouthpiece sucker   The thrill is gone  Your blood is spilled  Your life is gone.    The teeth you've planted  In the ones  The ones that you love  Are imbedded in my soul,  Or the heel of my boot.  Wear a mouthpiece sucker  Wear a mouthpiece sucker  Wear a mouthpiece sucker  Wear a mouthpiece sucker    There's nothing wrong.   There's nothing wrong.  There's nothing wrong.   There's nothing wrong.