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Sometimes it gets real hard,And I need some kind of output.For input twice the size of my one inch mind.So slap me on the hand.Put it right back down my pants.Turn me right around.Kick me in the ass. Well today I say sweet things,But tomorrow,I’ll be making up excuses,For my actions ‘cuz it’s been so

You come around every now and thenYour clothes are different, but you’re still the sameWhy else would you come here?Scumbag on a mission You’re telling me it’s been a whileShinning a grin and a brand new lifeSomebodys let you come hereScumbag with ambission Never though I’d see the like of you around this placeWhat’s the

Why can’t you just admit it, you’ve had it, you’re sick of meYou’re fed up with all my bad habits, you’re sick of meTo your lies you’ve become so desensitized sick of meLost regrets and you say that your mad at me sick of meWonderin’ out the doorI am on to youYour comin’ back for

3 AM, I’m drunk again, My head is standing underneath my puke, So make it stop, I’m getting off. Make it stop, I’m getting off. Sedatives and dizzy spells And feeling like a salad in my puke, So make it stop, I’m getting off. Make it stop I’m getting off.Well, slipped into a coma once

Wanna be a TV boy.Wanna be on Solid Gold.Wanna date a millonaire.Wanna make people stare. I wanna be on TV.Want people to know me.I wanna be on TV. Started out in 54Gonna be an omnivore.Wanna make people dance.Gonna take off my pants. I wanna be on TV.Want people to know me.I wanna be on TV.