Lyrics:

I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulseAlways make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else
doesThey just plow through knocking you downWith a smug look on their facesSo I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oas
isWould it be out of lineTo spend the rest of my life in my head?While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge?Get
ting warm in the tub while I'm watching the cloudsOf the blood I spreadBut I never saidWhat I wanted to sayWhat I wanted t
o sayWhat I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to sayWas DROP DEAD.I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm lonelyPurified m
y masochism in a bleeding ceremonyLight a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliationsFrom the dog pack cowardice here in
the gauchest of the nationsWould it be too benignTo spend the rest of my time in my head?Am I hurting myself to remember? L
ike Orson's sled?I've been waiting so long for the words to this songI bet I bleed to deathBut I never saidWhat I wanted t
o sayWhat I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to sayWas DROP DEAD.Now I hope that magically I will emerge ba
ck into lifeEven though I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wineBecome a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world
And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herdDROP DEAD.Was what I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to
sayWas DROP DEAD.What I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to sayWas DROP DEAD.What I wanted to sayWhat I wanted to sayWhat I
wanted to say...