I guess you heard my head turned brown 

I lost several pounds and looked terrible 

Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper 

His mother was a secretary, I think 

Her father a rapist 

I'm a little pressed for time and facts 

But I know 

It's those personnal acts 

Those personnal acts 

That cut through the crap 



I heard they were dimembering people down the street 

Those Joneses, you gotta love'm 

Various disguises are regrettable but necessary 

If you're going to make it through the day 

Everyday Everyday 

Everyday I start to ooze 



A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons 

News at eleven but first 

A long serious look at what's seeping from open sore 

Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT 

I never felt so alone 

I never felt so used 

I never felt so excited 

It was those personal acts 

Those personal acts 

That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast 

YOU DUMB FUCK 



My mom phoned up the police today 

Just to say hello, „Hello“ 

My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks 

I guess that's what happens when you alk the streets 

 with a bag on your head and a sign that says 

Everyday Everyday 

Everyday I start to ooze 



Blue, black and blue and red are the colours of everyday 



Ok, that's liffe, that's what I was told anyway 

And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it 

If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle 

Maybe ervery fourt person is a DUMB FUCK 

Listen , listen carefully now here's the answer 

It rhymes with axe 

Why, it's those personal acts 

Those personal acts 

Those suicide pacts 

Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children 

It's my face smeared on the pavement 

It's Everyday 

It's Everyday 



Unday 

Noneday 

Useday 

Buttugly 

Whoreday 

Painday 

SPLATTERSDAY SPLATTERSDAY 



YOU DUMB FUCK