The story of my day

make it horrible

every action

not my own

a fate of disease

I can NEVER atone

Oh my darling, you can't stop it

how sweet the sound, that slams

beat limbs to the ground

rock-a-bye honey, on the way

to the dungeon, Jack and Jill

were left together on that hill

(Jill's a guy)

Do you know, the kick-a-tin man who lives on punk-rock lane?

A marching parody of a

hey diddle diddle, a rhyme in

the middle of the drummer boys

beat and he rocks it down

on the merry go round

till the ashes all fall

to the ground

(take a turn here)

Amazing grace of lights and sound

and the bodies are burried underground

how many lives

in the story of my life

and the plot line's not my own

Make it horrible