Matt Pond Pa

Sometimes it comes through
In the smallest complications
You need to get there soon
But youre lost outside of Boston
Theres no need for proof
These are bad directions
Dont you know that people
Dont mind when you lose
You were yelling like you knew
And pointing out the exits
The devil had told you
to break up the connection
It all starts coming true
These are bad directions
Dont you know that people
like it when you lose
[ A Million Middle Fingers Lyrics ]