So IĀ“m the king of all these things Of this mess I have made Such a waste, what a shame My whole life is a fake Well IĀ“m a bore
And IĀ“m sure IĀ“m a thorn inside of you That has torn at you for years The alcohol The Demerol These things never could replace What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face IĀ“m a bore And IĀ“m sure IĀ“m a thorn inside of you That has torn at me for years I canĀ“t get out of this dead skin (I canĀ“t shed my skin) And IĀ“m not sure where to begin I canĀ“t get under my dead skin (I canĀ“t shed my skin) Can I sleep Ā“til then?
Phenobarbital and alcohol These two surely will do To knock me out Keep me down at least a day or two When IĀ“m awake I can taste, how bitter IĀ“ve become And itĀ“s more than I can bare some days I pray someone will blow me away Make it quick, but let it burn So I can feel my life fade Well, IĀ“m a waste and I can taste, how bitter IĀ“ve become And itĀ“s more than I can bare I canĀ“t get out of this dead skin (I canĀ“t shed my skin) And IĀ“m not sure where to begin (Why canĀ“t I begin again) I canĀ“t get under my dead skin
(I canĀ“t shed my skin) Can I sleep Ā“til then? I canĀ“t get out of this dead skin And IĀ“m not sure where to begin I canĀ“t get under my dead skin Can I sleep Ā“til then? I canĀ“t get out of this dead skin (I canĀ“t shed my skin) And IĀ“m not sure where to begin (Why canĀ“t I begin again) I canĀ“t get under my dead skin (I canĀ“t shed my skin) Can I sleep Ā“til then?