Don't start with the ugly part
Don't end with the things that will make them want to walk away
Tune in at the din again
Another price ain't cheap but somebody's gonna have to pay
Oh yes, you can only guess
What it is, what it was, don't remember what I had in mind
Shotgunning on a joy ride
Coming down the block, half-cocked nearly half the time
Give it back, give it back, give it back, g-g-give it back, sing it
One time for the words divine
And two times for the things that you hope you never have to say
Three scenes in a dead man's dream
And the girls tell the boys that they better fucking run away
Live it up, or g-g-give it up
Turn it up, tune it out, let it rhyme with the other line
Shotgunning on a joy ride
Coming down the block, half-cocked nearly all the time
Give it back, give it back, give it back, g-g-give it back, sing it
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