There is nothing much to tell
The lunch today had a pungent smell
I ain't the type who complain
So I ate it all the same
Nausea building up inside
I staggered slowly home to hide
Demons gnawing my entrails
My face a whiter shade of pale
I don't feel so great
Must've been something I ate
It was daft, almost insane
And now I pay with pain
The poison has engulfed my brain
My prayers were in vain
Kneeling on the toilet floor
Bringing up a gallon or more
Between convulsions I could cry
Oh please, let me die
1 | Moosehair Underwear |
2 | Motordead |
3 | Fundamental |
4 | Cannibal Hippies |
5 | Where The Fuck Are You? |
6 | Schizophrenia |
7 | Dead Boys Don't Say No |
8 | Aquarius |
9 | Countrygods |
10 | Water |