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 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 dead skin
Can I sleep til then

Phenobarbita and alcohol
These two surely will do
To knock me out
Keep me down atleast a day or two

When I'm awake
I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bare somedays
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 bare
I can't shed my skin
I can't shed my skin