(D. Wyndorf)
You looking for the one who f*cked your mom, it's not me
You looking for the one who made you cry, it's not me
You wanna stuff your garbage in your hole
Baby, I'm your man of the hour
You think the world's got the evil eye on you, that's not true
The only one I see causing major pain is just you, it's just you
If you wanna spank your demons and make them pay
Then, baby, I'm your man of the hour
Some people go to bed with Lucifer
Then they cry when they don't break a date with God, boo hoo
I know that's a bummer baby
That's got precious little to do with me
You think you found the one most like yourself, and that's me
You're sure we've known each other all our lives, that could be
I know that's a bummer baby
That's got nothing at all to do with me
I needed a small vacation
So they put me on a train
They called it rehabilitation
But here I am again
It's a desperate second nation
I'm not to chase you down that road
I need a fistful of medication
I just a-keep it in my pants