You said you'd change me for something good if you could,

Like a razor cut through my skin.

Like my memory made

A turn at the gate

And was thrown into the bin.

You filled my eyes with sand and my lungs with dust,

And my chest would open for a heart to blast,

As if I got there,

Nowhere,

And I got there really fast.

I took out my watch, it showed midnight time

And I buried you deep inside my naked mind.

I went out to breath,

To take a breath of air,

But they don’t sell my air in the nowhere.

I suffocate,

Unable to think,

And I loose myself in a heavy drink,

But it fades away in a day or two,

And the next day I see there’s no you.

I took out your picture to remember your face,

And your face has let me down.

Since your picture was blank,

Like a fuel tank

With no fuel to hang around.

If you ask her name, you should ask me twice,

‘cause I’m deaf and blind, like a couple of dice

in my single bed, face down, thumbs up,

and I really don’t know when my tears stop.

You gave birth to the song.

You ruined us.

And I guess I won’t find anyone to trust,

Because what is trust if not profit or sex?

Well, I don’t know, but I know what happens next.

Next you got me here,

Bruised and torn,

And I’m smiling like a baby doll.

Like a Jesus boy,

Ready to destroy

The obnoxious sinner world.

I come down to porn on the channel X

And my CD player plays depressive tracks.

My windows shut,

Computer’s on,

I’m dancing drunk round the telephone.

Perhaps I need a change,

Get myself a good look,

Watch a couple of movies,

Read a book,

But my ballad is done, I’m hating help,

And I’m hating helpers, who do so well.

I envy them,

Pity myself,

And it’s high time I hanged from a wooden shelf.

But hell I will,

I would rather scream

And enjoy the rhythm of a heavy dream,

Like a beat of blood in my tied-up veins,

Like a bloodshot eye of mine.

When I doze off

With a bottle of

Vacuum packed decline.

Who you changed me for?

The whole world is choice,

Anyone can be in my place.

With a Mercedes

And a muscle mass

And plenty of wallet space.

As I lay on the floor, and the bulb is spinning,

The ozone layer of my brain is thinning,

It’s a nuclear war between me and my mood

For a right to get up and get some food,

And I dream of a man in a better place

With a short-cut hair and a leather suit

With a better car

And a masculine scar

Sleeping at night with you.