Lyrics

Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside Back to the workplace i go Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine Dressing my face an open wound On the day after day later lousy mood I haul it off but it fall in my lap today Tied to each thought i got a little lead balloon You're accused But i'm the crime Oh it got worse From worse to bad Unintentional flame won't go away Pitching in the black Oh it got worse IT got bad from worse to bad Unintentional flame won't go away Pitching in the black