Well I miss my friends and it’s sad but it’s true They’re either off to rehab or they’re all off to school And all we have is time and soon we’ll run out Answer your fucking phone, stop growing old without me This world is spinnin’ round but I’m standing still Haunted by the list of things I’ve got to do but never will And I’m so sad, my best friend is my cat When she dies I’ll kill myself, where’s a chainsaw at
I’m gonna fuck the devil in his mouth I just need to listen to my sickness so I can learn how And then train for a couple of weeks Until I have all the skills I need The flask is an alcoholic’s paintbrush. The flask is an alcoholic’s toothbrush. I need to go throw-up now. I want to be the queen of all the bell rubs Now I’m gonna quit my job 'Cuz I got another job And I don’t need to work two jobs. I guess you could call me lucky.