Hello, operator... give me NO-MAN'S LAND 
Collect call to no one at all 
Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no 
return (and no deposit) 
Fiddlin and watchin while ROME BOINS 
A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS 

Hello, central... give me NO-MAN'S LAND 
From a walking waste disposal unit 
A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart 

Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I bin killin ma 
brain CELL BY CELL 
It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN--an this 
one's for you... 

The toll is belling... the signs is telling 
Nose is running... feet are smellin (Foetus Melon) 
Currently less than a human wreck 
Gimme a BREAK... start at the NECK 

I rule my body from the throne of agony 
My conscience and constitution's naggin me 
Clock up another TRACHEOTOMY 
STAB another dagger inna back o' me 
The dark gods boint ma evil SOUL 
Ma brittle spirit's toint to COAL 
I rule my body from the throne of agony 
THE THRONE OF AGONY 
AGONY 

thousand marlboros 
Anything goes for them ordinary joes 
They'll cut off your face to spite your nose 
I don't need to touch their toes to know I've already 
reached my ALL TIME LOW 
Pacin' ruts inna carpet 
Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on 
the ceiling 
DEAD IN THE HEAD 
Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed 

Complainin bout ma campaign against personal decency 
I got no excuses 
Just rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted 
glass 
(Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass) 

Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre 
And watch my life flicker before your very eyes 
With no commercial breaks... NO BRAKES 
NO BRAKES... (kill me baby) 

Pour another glass of liquid clear 
KING ALCOHOL 
Drinkin hard to not remember what I'd just as soon 
forget 
String around the finger... ROPE around the NECK 
You always HATE the one you LOVE 
Time dies when you're having fun 
I'm gonna change ma name... I'm changin' trains... 
(kill me baby)