I take one, one, one 'cause you left meAnd three, three, three for my heartacheAnd four, four, four for my headachesAnd five, five, five for my lonelyAnd eight, eight, I forget what eight was forBut nine, nine, nine for the lost gods
I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.I will not write any more boring notes.
You're not punk and I'm telling everyoneSave your breath, I never was oneYou don't know what I'm all aboutLike killing cops and reading KerouacThey're the ones who used to call me friendI'm coloring outside your guidelinesI was passing out when you were passing out your rules
Seen the carnival at Rome had the women I had the boozeAll I can remember now is little kids without no shoesSo I saw that train and I got on itWith a heart full of hate and a lust for vomit