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 sllep 'til then
  
   Phenobarbitol and alocohol 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 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 bear
   I can't shed my skin
   I can't shed my skin