When life comes down to a sharp point   Onto the head of a pin   Something relieves the pressure   And the cycle begins   All the ladies run to the barstools   Anticipation grows   Mother nature adds the ingredients   The women sip it slow      One day God had to get off his ass   He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own glass   To this glass he had to pour his own booze   For this, his woman had to pay the dues   Now all women must pay this terrible bill   That arrives every month against their will   A crescent hang over, half-irritated smirk   Full migraine cramps, and Maxi-pads don't work!      Have another round now   Complete the recipe   All your pain and anger   Wash into a crimson sea   He who filled your ocean   Sinks not but bobs afloat   Your sweet menstruation    Will capsize his boat      Don't you think it's scary   Life's a Bloody Mary   Blood and alcohol   Makes you think that nothing's wrong   Howling at the moon   When the wolf bane blooms   Raise your glass and toast   To the thing that hurts you most   Drink hard drink deep!      When life comes down to a sharp point   Onto the head of a pin   Something relieves the pressure   And the cycle begins   All the ladies run to the barstools   Anticipation grows   Mother nature adds the ingredients   The women sip it slow      Concentrated into a liquid state   Released out of a spigot, the tampon awaits   Flowing out of the nozzle and into your cup   Although you've had too much, it's bottoms up   Every woman's got a secret with Mother Sun   Saying we'll meet same time same place next month   We'll drink till dawn and we'll reminisce   And we'll bleed for each other with no remiss      Have another round now   Complete the recipe   All your pain and anger   Wash into a crimson sea   He who filled your ocean   Sinks not but bobs afloat   Your sweet menstruation    Will capsize his boat      Don't you think it's scary   Life's a Bloody Mary   Blood and alcohol   Makes you think that nothing's wrong   Howling at the moon   When the wolf bane blooms   Raise your glass and toast   To the thing that hurts you most   Drink hard drink deep!      Excuse me bartender, fill it to the rim   And fetch me a sanitary napkin   To wipe off what's dribblin' down my chin   And forget about the troubles of this month's sin   Every girl washes out the month's bad times   By flushing her cares out into her panty liners   Tabasco sauce stings the memories   No release      Dreadfully eternal   The stain of tomato juice   Never understand why   Your crotch is singin' the blues   Stirring up emotion   With a celery stick   Sickening combination   Your blender loves to mix