It's a junky dream makes you so uptight
 Yeah, it's Halloween tonight and every night
 Hear you scratch your skin
 Your sandpaper throat
 You're a symphony, man, with one [bad word] note
 Charie beat you up week after week
 And when you grow up you're going to be a freak
 Want a violent girl who's not scared of anything
 Help me kill my time
 Because I'll never be fine
 Help me kill my time
 You went down to look at old Dallas town
 Where you must be sick just to hang around
 Seen it on TV, how to kill your man
 Then like Gacy's scene a canvas in your hand
 You better call your mom, she's out looking for you
 In the jail and the army and the hospital too
 But those people there couldn't do anything for you
 Help me kill my time
 Because I'll never be fine
 Help me kill my time
 Help me kill my time
 Help me kill my time
 Because I'll never be fine
 Help me kill my time