So I'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 I'm A Bore And I'm Sure I'm A Thorn Inside Of You That Has Torn At You For Years
The Alchol The Demerol These Things Never Could Replace
What A Minute With You Could Do To Put A Smile On My Face
I'm A Bore And I'm Sure I'm A Thorn Inside Of You That Has Torn At Me For Years
I Can't Get Out Of This Dead Skin I Can't Shed My Skin
I'm Not Sure Where To Begin Why I Can't Begin Again
I Can't Get Under My Dead Skin
Can I Sleep 'til Then

Phenobarbital And Alchol These Two Surely Will Do
To Knock Me Out Keep Me Down At Least A Day Or Two
When I'm Awake I Can Taste How Bitter I've Become
And It's More Than I Can Bear Somedays I Pray Someone Will Blow Me Away
Make It Quick But Let It Burn So I Can Feel My Life Fade
Well I'm A Waste And I Can Taste How Bitter I've Become
And It's More Than I Can Bear
I Can't Shed My Skin
I Can't Shed My Skin