Wakko Warner's blog: "music lyrics"

**** This one I feel like right now ****

So I'm the king of all these things

of this mess I have made
Such a waste

what a shame

my whole life is a fake
Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you

that has torn at you for years

The alcohol the demerol

these things never could replace
What a minute with you could do

to put a smile on my face
I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you

that has torn at me for years

I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin
I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin
Can I sleep 'til then

Phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two
When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear

some days I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear

I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin
Can I sleep 'til then

I cant shed my skin 

I cant shed my skin

I can't get out of this dead skin
I'm not sure where to begin
I can't get under my dead skin

Can I sleep 'til then

I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin
Can I sleep 'til then