There's a very big hole in your memory
You were living on borrowed time
If there ever was any kind of doubt in your head
I said you lost it when you lost your mind
Pa** the Shotgun, please
Could you pa** the Shotgun, please
(I'm gonna take a long f**ing walk)
There's a problem with your sense of humour
I can't find where it used to be
Oh that's a funny way of losing a tumor
Know a doctor called lobotomy
Pa** the Shotgun, please
Pa** the Shotgun, please
There's a very big hole in your memory
You were renting out space in your soul
Said that you've made a forced eviction
Said you lost out when you lost control