A Million Middle Fingers - Matt Pond PA

Sometimes it comes through 
In the smallest complications 
You need to get there soon 
But you're lost outside of Boston 

There's no need for proof 
These are bad directions 
Don't you know that people 
Don't 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 
Don't you know that people 
like it when you lose