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

Well 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

Not sure where to begin

I can't get under my dead skin

I can't shed my skin

Can I slip to bed



Phenobarbital and alcohol

These two surely will do

To knock me out

To 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

Not sure where to begin

I can't get under my dead skin

I can't shed my skin

Can I slip to bed



(I can't shed my skin)

(I can't shed my skin)



I can't get out of this dead skin

Not so well to begin

I can't get under my dead skin

Can I slip to bed



I can't get out of this dead skin

I can't shed my skin

Not so well to begin

I can't get under my dead skin

I can't shed my skin

Can I slip to bed