For my ailing bones Pack your bags and leave for another home See, every day spent lying is fuel for a scapegoat And we need to let go! My memory's a b**h Can't remember the last thing I did It goes on and on and on x2 Tie the noose! I've got a six foot rope around my throat But it's a seven foot drop and the suicide note Is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat My memory's a b**h