I wish that I could cut some parts off with some scissors
C'mon little lady, give us a smile
No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
I've got no one to smile for
I waited a while for a moment to say
I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I've got to recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit but I love it every time
I've tasted blood and it's sweet
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
Save me your prayers
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m one hell of a night
