Carrying a heard the size of my head Got an angel on my back The leftovers of my face is a leaden mask of death Drink my coffee black I sing with a voice
My brain sometimes intends to walk away Somehow my hat seems to hold it together But if I feel like slipping away for a bit All I have to do is take my
I look about 27 And that I haven't slept well I bang my head to sleep With a bottle of bourbon-hell I'm a character living In a world gone wrong Don't
Take your hands out of your pockets Don't walk until green Call it penance, call it shock You just lost your esteem You know it's ironic If it went down
I'm seeing red It helps me see things straight I'm doing everything For the purpose of improvement Don't ask me why 'Cuz it don't faze me one iota I'
Head bowed in silence Scarcely sane in mind Strung out, internal violence Confusion fills my time Stare back at my face, neurotic eyes Joy and despair
It keeps me awake, it grows to my head My body aches, my feelings are dead I turn my eyes inside out Gaze into the hell I created, burned out Lost everything
Most deals don't need deliberation That's what I thought You sung in a language That I don't really know And didn't dare to get tought He who said there
All the time I think this is the last time I can't have it any other way I force these words onto paper Thought I had something more to say Excuse me
Is that a strain Or a delicate smile Built to proportion? It might as well have been you And all the things you do Somedays I'm waiting For my pulse to
It's time to put it straight I dislike the way you act I said, hey Get off my back End of discussion You're not getting used None will give you sympathy
[dead horse cover] Satan kissed my dog Cracked his moral shell Possessed to wear the kilt In his Scottish hell I touched your lips your eyes fell out
