Perpetually wearing a scowl
Purchasing coins in a six pack of beer
I want to be boiled as an owl
For a long time I have lived by
God's grace I have walked
But lately it seems like I'm losing the race
And I want to get out of my gorge
Down with violence and the world of sin
I just want to put a gun to my head
There's nothing to do but have fun
I can't afford a cigarette and
I have no more room for tattoos
I might not even breathe,
I got the ism and I got the blues
Muslims we can't get along
cause I can't write a song
I'm ready to throw in the towel
Gonna be three seats to the wind
Unlock hell, I'm coming in
I just want to put a gun to my head
When I see the new skateparks in port
Without figures to prove we're all better
There's nothing to do when I'm bored
For a long time I have lived by
God's grace I have walked
But lately it seems like I'm losing the race
And I want to get out of my gourd
Perpetually wearing a scowl
I purchased through poison a six -pack of
beer I want to be boiled as an owl