Quarter slot, the picture's hot You can be so damn ugly Flickering is sickening the show Sexual, intellectual Feel so raw, makes me crazy Pocket full of quarters left to go
I said I'm fine, work the line Punch the clock, it never meant that much Wake up, wake up, it's here again Whiskey shot, drink it up One more bottle just to wash the cut away, away Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything
My wife's alone, the kids at home She can be so damn ugly Her face is blurred without a word to say I spray the dream with gasoline Just one match, be so easy Splatterings of you along the way
I said I'm fine, work the line Punch the clock, it never meant that much Wake up, wake up, it's here again On a whim, stole the car Heard the shot ring out, it seemed so far away, away Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything Into everything, into everything
Quarter slot, the picture's hot You can be so damn ugly Flickering is sickening the show Sexual, intellectual Feel so raw, makes me crazy Pocket full of quarters left to go, to go, to go now