Tekster: The Ergs. Hysterical Fiction.

Guess I should change the sheets
Now that the word is you're never coming back
I've heard there's a chemical
In the skin that keeps one attached
Howling wolves turn into losers
Battered wives return to abusers
Lying in the corner, broken intravenous users

I'm gonna take your pillowcase down to the lab
I'm gonna precipitate what's left of what we had
And you can smoke it
You can smoke it

Now I got a business model
To make all this bullshit obsolete
Co-dependence powder for sale
Down at your pharmacy

They say the best revenge is to live well
If I can be a millionaire, then hell
I won't have to break the rule
On taking what you're selling

Don't wait for the nice Serling twist
Put everything back like it is
Not gonna burn it all down to the ground