If you know exactly what I wanna do. Then I'm a give the business to you. . Yeah, yeah, oh, hear me, sweet baby. Hear me, girl, see, alright. You make it sound as music.
I sit and pick my brain each night. With an axe in my hand held tight. Bite my nose to spite my face. Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race. . Wallowing in neck-deep misery.