Deep inside there's nothing there,
The only thing I think with, truth is
It's not my brain but in my pants,
Quite insane.
And I swear, I'm not crying, there must
Be something in my eye. My mind is fading
Like i'm watching something die.
And it's about time to walk this fine line
It's a hard job working 9 to 5
f** what I'm saying so stop your complaining
Saying "it's hard to tell what this song's containing"
Pa pa pa pixy styx and.... crack
You can just sit back and re-lax.
Chew me up and spit me out then stick a fork in me,
Cos much like your steak i'm done, the only difference being
I take less time to cook cos its already lost its fun.
When does it start? Or better yet when does it end?
Cos i'm spent