Waking up dead inside of my head 
Will never never do there is no med 
No medicine to take 

I`ve had a chance to be insane 
Asylum from the falling rain 
I`ve had a chance to break 

It`s so bad it`s got to be good 
Mysterious girl misunderstood 
Dressed like a wedding cake 

Any other day and I might play 
funeral march for Bonnie Brae 
Why try [bad word] away 
 [bad word] ] 
Slow [bad word] 
Before my forest 
Looks like it`s on today 

Slow [bad word] 
It`s so euphoric 
No matter what they say 

I know a girl 
She worked in a store 
She knew not what 
Her life was for 
She barely knew her name 

They tried to tell her 
She would never be 
As happy as the girl 
In the magazine 
She bought it with her pay 
 [bad word]  

Everyone has 
So much to say 
They talk talk talk 
Their lives away 
Don`t even hesitate 

Walking on down 
To the burial ground 
It`s a very old dance 
With a merry old sound 
Looks like it`s on today