The scrapin' subject ruled by fear
All you can do now is watch the shells
Open your parachute and grab your gun
You're goin' to get wet
Don't let me get carried away
And nobody gets a reprieve
The method acting that pays my bills
The game looks easy that's why it sells
And every wave is tidal if you hang around
I got a heavy metal mouth it hurls obscenity
Gimme one good reason not to do it, so do it
I've seen the movie
Keeps the fat man feedin' in Beverly Hills
I can't prepare for death any more
Don't let me get carried away
A skinny Santa is bringin' somethin' to me
Because I took my own insides out
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Read the part and we turn out fine
His voice is overwhelmin' but his speech is slurred
And I know what it happens
The judge is on vinyl decisions are final
With a rich white lady, ain't life great?
Goin' to stand and deliver talk instead
It's Christmas time and the needles on the tree
Told me whiskey works better than beer
This is the place where time reverses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
And dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
It don't matter 'cause I have no sex life
Fallin' down like an omen a setting sun
But I don't care if I fuck up I'm goin' on a date
And I get my check clean from the trash treasury
Than I already have
And I only understand every other word
All I wanna do now is inject my ex-wife
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
