How you can move your toes without fallin' on the floor
Is a part of our whole "hangin' out" lore
That I'm still not used to, cause it's nonsense
You shot yourself in the foot again
Said you'd learn how to aim so the next time that you're forced
To shoot at a distance that's a bit more
Than half a foot, you'd avoid the sentence
"You shot yourself in the foot again"

Hate complainin', loathe the takin'
You to hospitals, friend
Mate, it's crazy, won't you take me
To somewhere else, my friend?
C-C-Come on, man, you know you are a local joke, dude
Your track record is woeful
Pain, you take it, no, embrace it
What's wrong with you, my friend?
Y-Y-Your skills never grow, you get worse, there's no hope, dude
That you won't wreck your soles, fool
Mate, please save me know it's crazy
To keep this up, my friend
It's gettin' sad now, friend

Ev'ry shot that you go for pins your feet to the floor
Whether with a dart, a paper ball or
An actual, factual-ass bullet
You shot yourself in the foot again
You don't enact the pain to avoid doin' your chores
Or meetin' appointments you made for 4
No, it's always a stupid accident
You shot yourself in the foot again

Ain't so painless, watched you take it
It's a mystery, friend
Aim you're takin', hands aren't shakin'
But it happens again
I-I-It's completely bogus, watched it in slow-motion
Looks like physics has broken
Face is strainin', arm is straightened
A sudden angle bend
A-A-All's still not in focus, said you didn't know this
Yet you insist on throwin'
Great knives, maybe you've gone crazy
Somethin's snapped in your head
Or you get off on it
Since you're not stoppin' it