These are terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible times.
For terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible rhymes.
Nothing seems to fit one bit.
I've been tearing away at life's old slit.
I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna tear it right off her leg.
I've got a curious, curious, curious sort of smile,
But I haven't shown it in public for a really, really, really long while.
One of these days, I'm gonna file that nail, right
Down to the finger, where there's nothing but rough sailing
'til the end, 'til the very, very end of the day.
It's a horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible way,
Such a horrible, horrible, horrible thing to say.
Well I haven't been alone in weeks.
I wonder what it'd take for me to be
The kind of boy that'd never run away.
Oh,
One, two, three
Spin the chamber now point the barrel at me.
Four, five, six
Pull the trigger, now just wait for the click.
No. Nobody knows
Just when your face
Is gonna explode.
It's a silly little, silly little, silly little game to play,
But the way that I see it, no, we haven't got any other way.
I only got a bullet, now we all gotta share.
I'd rather keep it for myself, but I wanna be fair.
I never saw myself as selfish and I want you all to know that I care.
I got a really, really, really good feeling about it this time.
I really, really feel like your gonna be the one to die.
Just make sure to keep your head above the rubh bin.
I swear, we're all gonna cheer when your skull caves in.
You're finally gonna find out what it means to go blind in your mind's eye.
Oh,
One, two, three
Spin the chamber and point the barrel at me.
Four, five, six
Pull the trigger, now just wait for the click.
No. Nobody knows
Just when your face
Is gonna explode.
