Lyrics

Now The Sun is running on empty
And my whole world’s falling apart
There’s a brain-shaped hole
In my heart that’s got me
Pussyfooting around a fart
And now Time is plotting
Against me
I was a failure right from the start
There’s a brain-shaped hole
In my heart that’s got me
Pussyfooting around a fart
Please believe me when I
Tell you I hate you and I
Can’t think of anybody else
I’d rather kill
Written by: Chris McCabe
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