Kick it I don't believe that times have changed Another day and it's still the same So pour a glass, raise a toast Minds may change but the feelings don't 'Cause you're one and the same Another dickhead with a lot to say So roll the dice Pin the blame So if it's all the same to you I'll cut my losses And separate myself in two Rotten to the core Destroy it at the source I'll cut my losses and try to see this through If it's all the same to you Hypocritical critics, always so cynical Led to believe what they're feeling is reciprocal Let the past teach you something today Nothing will haunt you like the things you don't say 'Cause it's about time that you moved on Still, you refuse to budge I offered you my hand But you would rather hold a grudge So if it's all the same to you I'll cut my losses And separate myself in two Rotten to the core Destroy it at the source I'll cut my losses and try to see this through If it's all the same to you Closed mind through an open mouth Think you've got it figured out? So pour a glass, raise a toast To cutting ties to a fucking joke Float face down in a sea of illusion A bunch of pigs feeding from the same trough Your point of view suspended in time A friend of you is no friend of mine So if it's all the same to you I'll cut my losses And separate myself in two Rotten to the core Destroy it at the source I'll cut my losses and try to see this through If it's all the same to you