Paroles
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 alcohol, 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)
Not sure where to begin
I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin)
Can I slip to bed?
Phenobarbital and alcohol
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
Some days 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 get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin)
I'm not sure where to begin (again, and again, and again)
I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin)
Can I slip to bed?
(I can't shed my skin)
(I can't shed my skin)
I can't get out of this dead skin
I'm not sure where to begin
I can't get under my dead skin
Can I slip to bed?
I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin)
I'm not sure where to begin (again, and again, and again)
I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin)
Can I slip to bed?
