Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town The bar is always closed and all the hookers are long gone The church is entertaiment and prozac is the drug Im going out of my mind, start changing it around I got gallons of blood Cant remember where its from Just clippings on the wall I guess its stuff that I have done Ive gotta paint this town red! Autoerotic, Im bored and all neurotic Just sitting around all day just planning how to die Wasting time, cracking fingers My body gets thinner by the minute Sometimes I feel that I am dead Distant memories haunt me It really seems like a dream Like a dead mans song A machine with no conscience Ive gotta paint this town red! Like a dead mans song Im just a soupedup machine with no conscience Like a dead mans song Living in a dirty hick town Ive gotta paint this town red!
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