Studio Outtake 9

Tell me why all you do is cry
Over things that you can't change
Don't you know that when you're strange
No one says goodbye
No one says goodbye
I'm only getting by
I'm only getting by

And I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown in it again

So maybe, if you ask politely
You can take a swing and fight me
But I got my 45
So you can fuck off
Yeah, just kindly fuck off
And I don't have to kill you
And no one has to die

So raise your middle fingers
Cause it's been a bitter winter
So we keep the killing pace
Til we're gone without a trace
And I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown in it again

So remind me
Or even pantomime me
And tell me why you hate so much to get out of bed
I'm eighteen, only fucking eighteen
But my body is aching
God, I need some rest

And now I'm playing Lucky
Hoping that she'll fuck me
And someday say I do
But the point is misconstrued
And I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown in it again

So maybe we could move into a cute house
And have ourselves a shoot out
And no one would survive
Mikey's running, running from the Feds
Mikey's running but I can't get out of bed

On account of I'm a stoner
A weirdo and a loner
And I'm lost inside your eyes
It's really no surprise
That I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown in it again
And I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown in it again

And I feel as though I'm dying
Or maybe even flying
Oh God, is this the end
I'm thrown away again