"Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town
The bar is always closed and now the hookers all are gone
Now church is entertainment and prozac is the drug
Going out of my mind, start to changing things aroundI've got gallons of blood
Can't remember where it's from
Just clippings on the wall
I guess it's stuff that I've doneI've got to break this down redHow ironic, I'm bored and all erotic
Just sitting around all day, just plotting how to die
Wasting time, cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute
Sometimes I feel that I am deadDistant memories haunt me
It truly seems like a dream
Like a dead man's song
A machine with no consci...