You've been singing songs for all the wrong reasons.
For reasons you're not at liberty to say.
It wasn't to get rich or famous or get laid.
Mainly you wrote those f*cking songs to drive me away.
And when you go to bed at night you're a skeleton.
With visions in your head too big to see.
And the insides of your mouth inflate and try to suffocate you.
Its hard, its hard, its hard to fall asleep.
And you've been looking for an honest way out for too long,
because suicide is not the key.
And you hate the taste of alcohol and medicine.
Well the answer, the answer, the answer is plain to see.
So come along, lets get murdered!
Lets go to sleep and never wake up!
Lets find a loop-hole out of this!