Iâm on a roof without a ladder and the house is always on fire
And Iâm time and money spent living in denial
Iâve blown up so many times its like Iâve died
But just remember to spike your ticket on the line
These things take over half my life
But itâs a truth and a bullet and another night here
And itâs a truth and a bullet and another night here
Have you ever gotten in one of those moods
Where everything is wrong and thereâs nothing you can do
But thereâs a room with sun and itâs always shining
I know itâs true man
Iâm just sick of the slogan âIâm doing the best I canâ
Someone save me from myself
Iâm not happy anymore
This is not what I signed up for
Before itâs too late and Iâm getting colder
Before itâs too late and Iâm getting colder
Youâll be surprised at the things hard work can get you
And all you fuckers do is leave me behind with things to do
And the things I cherish wonât always be there will they mommy?
When Iâm busy in the backyard drinking singing Clementine
I donât like too strict Japanese business men
Itâs not worth the trouble of calling me sensitive
Itâs not worth the trouble of calling me sensitive