When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
Im feeling like I never felt before
Ive surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures
And I feel like I dont need anything more
Wont you please save me from myself
Im not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc
And as luck would have it
Im tired of living in hell
When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
And your visions of excess have all gone to seed
Well I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking
cause decisions I make have no way of keeping
Wont you please save me from myself
Im not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc
And as luck would have it
Im tired of living in hell