Once in my life
I’d like to take the gloves off
I’m up for a fight
My nagging mind won’t shut up
I can’t stand the head shake and finger wag
I’d like to sock my piety in the eye
Once in my life
Once in a while
The bottle hits me too hard
And just like a child
I tear my conscience apart
I should hold my Jiminy Cricket dear
Still, I dream of choking him in my bile
Once in a while
Fuck that, there’s gonna be a blood bath
(Dear boy, disembowel the foul noise)
Fuck that, there’s gonna be a blood bath
(Dear boy, disembowel the foul noise)
Fuck that, there’s gonna be a blood bath
Water your vitals and walk it off
Don’t light yourself on fire when your world is fine
For once in your life
Fuck that, I’m swimming in the blood bath
(Dear boy, disembowel the foul noise)
Fuck that, I’m swimming in the blood bath
(Dear boy, disembowel the foul noise)
Fuck that, I’m swimming in the blood bath
Life’s an abscess or apple pie
So shut those demons up and devour your slice
For once in your life
I don’t want to be a crass prick
I’m trying to give a shit
Trying to tame this selfish sadist
But it’s a beast and it’s not having it
A brass bull in a china cabinet
I’m a creature of bad habits
With two hooves in the casket
I don’t fit in this photograph
I’d like to get my visage back
Flimflamming like an acrobat
Every scumbag needs a blood bath
‘Bout time I take my swan dive
Once in my life
Once in my life
Once in my life
Once in my life
Fuck that, I’m drowning in the blood bath
Fuck that, I’m drowning in the blood bath
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