You [bad word] monkeys
can go to [bad word] Stains on a futon
a one star hotel
Lay my head onto a pillow
steal some sleep
And blinds me for the window
I'm healing cheap

And all of those things that you do
are gonna follow you
Yeah, all of those things that you do
they're gonna follow you
And here I lie
under a migraine sky
with you

An empty glass of water 
on a filthy tray 
While waiting for your satan
to shy away
But I got a pad stuck on my temple
that says he'll stay

And all of those things that you do
are gonna follow you
And here I lie
under a migraine sky
with you

You got no right to say
that this is just another ordinary day
'Cause I made up my mind
to change
And this time I promise I'm gonna
make it right