Waking up with blood on my hands
and her guts spewed on the wall
using every utensil
you know I can afford
Kicking screaming as they drag me
out the living room door
Feeble promises are flying
I won't do it no more
Waking up in the padded room
with my hands in front of my back
Due to the pad on the wall
I don't think I'm comin' back
I'm crazy
I'm fucked up
A lunatic
Locked up
Look at me I'm crazy
Nothin' left to save me
Body parts are flyin'
Everybody's dyin'
