The Throne of Agony
Hello, operator, give me no man's land
Collect call to no one at all
Been yelling into an empty closet
To the point of no return and no deposit
Fiddlin' and watchin' while Rome boins
A roll of the dice, the Woim Toins
Hello, central, give me no man's land
From a walking waste disposal unit
A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart
Alas, poor Yorick, I knew me well
But I have been killin' my brain cell by cell
It only takes a bullet to make the Woim Toin
And this one's for you
The toll is belling, the sign is telling
Nose is running, feet are smelly
Currently, less than a human wreck
Gimme a break, start at the neck
I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution's naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony
Chalk up another frozen pizza
Choke up another thousand Marlboros
Anything goes for them ordinary Joes
They'll cut off your face to spite your nose
I don't need to touch their toes
To know I've already reached my all-time low
Pacin' ruts in a carpet
Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls
Sick on the ceiling, dead in the head
Shut the shutters
I should have stayed in bed
Complainin' 'bout my campaign against personal decency
I got no excuses
Rules wrapped in barbed wire
Laced with busted glass
Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass
I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution's naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony
Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre
And watch my life flicker before your very eyes
With no commercial breaks, no breaks
No breaks (kill me, baby)
Pour another glass of liquid clear
King alcohol
Drinkin' hard to not remember what I'd just as soon forget
String around the finger, rope around the neck
You always hate the one you love
Time dies when you're having fun
I'm gonna change my name
I'm changin' trains (kill me, baby)
I'm on the throne of agony
Conscience is naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony, agony
Agony, agony
Agony, agony
Agony
Collect call to no one at all
Been yelling into an empty closet
To the point of no return and no deposit
Fiddlin' and watchin' while Rome boins
A roll of the dice, the Woim Toins
Hello, central, give me no man's land
From a walking waste disposal unit
A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart
Alas, poor Yorick, I knew me well
But I have been killin' my brain cell by cell
It only takes a bullet to make the Woim Toin
And this one's for you
The toll is belling, the sign is telling
Nose is running, feet are smelly
Currently, less than a human wreck
Gimme a break, start at the neck
I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution's naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony
Chalk up another frozen pizza
Choke up another thousand Marlboros
Anything goes for them ordinary Joes
They'll cut off your face to spite your nose
I don't need to touch their toes
To know I've already reached my all-time low
Pacin' ruts in a carpet
Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls
Sick on the ceiling, dead in the head
Shut the shutters
I should have stayed in bed
Complainin' 'bout my campaign against personal decency
I got no excuses
Rules wrapped in barbed wire
Laced with busted glass
Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass
I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution's naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony
Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre
And watch my life flicker before your very eyes
With no commercial breaks, no breaks
No breaks (kill me, baby)
Pour another glass of liquid clear
King alcohol
Drinkin' hard to not remember what I'd just as soon forget
String around the finger, rope around the neck
You always hate the one you love
Time dies when you're having fun
I'm gonna change my name
I'm changin' trains (kill me, baby)
I'm on the throne of agony
Conscience is naggin' me
Clock up another tracheotomy
Stab another dagger in a back o' me
The dark gods boint my evil soul
My brittle spirit's toint to coal
I rule my body from the throne of agony
I rule my body from the throne of agony
The throne of agony
Agony, agony
Agony, agony
Agony, agony
Agony
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Writer(s): James George Thirlwell
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