So I´m the king of all these things of this mess I have made
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake
Well I´m a bore and I´m sure I´m a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years
The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace
What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I´m a bore and I´m sure I´m a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years
I can´t get out of this dead skin I can´t shed my skin
I´m not sure where to begin why can´t I begin again
I can´t get under my dead skin I can´t shed my skin
Can I sleep ´til then

Phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two
When I´m awake I can taste how bitter I´ve become
And it´s more than I can bear some days I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Well I´m a waste and I can taste how bitter I´ve become
And it´s more than I can bear
I can´t shed my skin
I can´t shed my skin