I guess you heard my head turned brown I lost several pounds and looked terrible Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper His mother was a secretary, I think Her father a rapist I'm a little pressed for time and facts But I know It's those personnal acts Those personnal acts That cut through the crap I heard they were dimembering people down the street Those Joneses, you gotta love'm Various disguises are regrettable but necessary If you're going to make it through the day Everyday Everyday Everyday I start to ooze A bold plan drawn up by a**holes to screw morons News at eleven but first A long serious look at what's seeping from open sore Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT I never felt so alone I never felt so used I never felt so excited It was those personal acts Those personal acts That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast YOU DUMB fu*k My mom phoned up the police today Just to say hello, "Hello" My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks I guess that's what happens when you alk the streets with a bag on your head and a sign that says Everyday Everyday Everyday I start to ooze Blue, black and blue and red are the colours of everyday Ok, that's liffe, that's what I was told anyway And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle Maybe ervery fourt person is a DUMB fu*k Listen , listen carefully now here's the answer It rhymes with axe Why, it's those personal acts Those personal acts Those suicide pacts Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children It's my face smeared on the pavement It's Everyday It's Everyday Unday Noneday Useday bu*tugly who*eday Painday SPLATTERSDAY SPLATTERSDAY YOU DUMB fu*k