I guess you heard my head turned brown    I lost several pounds and looked terrible    Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper    His mother was a secretary, I think    Her father a rapist    I'm a little pressed for time and facts    But I know    It's those personnal acts    Those personnal acts    That cut through the crap       I heard they were dimembering people down the street    Those Joneses, you gotta love'm    Various disguises are regrettable but necessary    If you're going to make it through the day    Everyday Everyday    Everyday I start to ooze       A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons    News at eleven but first    A long serious look at what's seeping from open sore    Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT    I never felt so alone    I never felt so used    I never felt so excited    It was those personal acts    Those personal acts    That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast    YOU DUMB FUCK       My mom phoned up the police today    Just to say hello, „Hello“    My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks    I guess that's what happens when you alk the streets    with a bag on your head and a sign that says    Everyday Everyday    Everyday I start to ooze       Blue, black and blue and red are the colours of everyday       Ok, that's liffe, that's what I was told anyway    And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it    If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle    Maybe ervery fourt person is a DUMB FUCK    Listen , listen carefully now here's the answer    It rhymes with axe    Why, it's those personal acts    Those personal acts    Those suicide pacts    Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children    It's my face smeared on the pavement    It's Everyday    It's Everyday       Unday    Noneday    Useday    Buttugly    Whoreday    Painday    SPLATTERSDAY SPLATTERSDAY       YOU DUMB FUCK