Lyrics:

It's been a circus of a weekend
And I can barely make make my knees bend
And i feel like a rat or something dirtier then that
And hangin' out with my disease friends
Now I'm dying for a pain kill
And I'm a sucker for a cheap thrill
So i go cash my check and throw out my self respect
And find the doctor with the sweet deal
And it only takes a second to forget my name
Shake it shake it shoot it up turn it over do it again
And it's turning out to be a good day anyway
Like a strange glossed over holiday
Well it's an unsolvable problem
Of an immeasurable volume
With a weight on my chest like an ammunition vest
'Bout to go off and blow us all up
And it only takes a second to forget my name
Shake it shake it shoot it up turn it over do it again
And it's turning out to be a good day anyway
Like a strange glossed over holiday
Take a breath let is crawl through your skin
Just lay back close your eyes let it in
And it's turning out to be a good day anyway
And it's turning out to be a good day anyway
And it's turning out to be a good day
And it's turning out to be a good day
And it's turning out to be a good day anyway