Dont start with the ugly part
Dont end with the things thatll make them want to walk away
Tune in at the din again, another price aint cheap
But somebodys gonna have to pay
Oh yes, you can only guess what it is, what it was
Dont 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 mans 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