Lyrics

Come the crunch I'll lynch myself, if just to be first Masochist plays cowardice, I know what's worse Given chance, I'll bleed myself and let you spectate, roll a sleeve, don't intervene, I just can't wait! Should you go, please don't forget to choke on your only joke and any hopes you hang on Now when you fantasize about your own face, be sure and sack the viewer who heads his own taste Amusing poor excuses supplied my cuts and bruises, you forced my hand to choose it, who loses now? Who loses? Should you go, please don't forget to choke on your only joke and any hopes you hang on