I'm so sorry sir

who are you talking to

and don't worry son

am I speaking to soon

so sick and tired from

all these real words

cause I'm sick from getting fired

from love from these girls

I want to sit at home

and get high with my clone

instead I'm stuck with these fucks

when I just want to be alone

so get lost

next time when I see

you'll be under the frost

with my boss and the moss

covered by the ants and you'll be holding a cross

I could break a dollar and still 

make no sense

I like a little virgin girl

who's lost her innocents

when she was too young

too young for me

cause she was just now starting

to bleed



how many times must an image be burned in my mind

like a hot iron moment frozen in time

spin the wheel of disaster and master your charm

sing a song about 

losing your self and saying what the hell has taken so long

daggone



[musical interlude]



how many times must an image be burned in my mind

like a hot iron moment frozen in time

spin the wheel of disaster and master your charm

sing a song about 

losing your self and saying what the hell has taken so

long have the days been since the initial bomb blast of sound scored a dash

but I know it's never gonna last 

so I have to say Daggone