Oh well, you sit alone and your brain begins to rot  and so you chase behind your every crazy thought  and find a human scapegoat to blame your problems on  past on a plastic smile, pretending nothing's wrong  you go to work and sometimes you scream and bitch and  whine  you know that I'm so grateful that none of your problems  are mine  and so you find a punching bag with a face that looks like  me  and then you beat it sensless until it springs a leak.  Oh well, your life is empty and so you buy some toys  and when something goes wrong you get so fucking  annoyed  the pages in your scrapbook, they get all yellow and faded  and I'd be cynical if I wasn't so goddamned jaded  and so you make excusec for writing poisen pen notes  just make sure in your mind you're always abowe reproach  look over the rim of your glasses and then look down your  nose  It's easy to feel superior, I know ...  'cause nothing matters when you're indestructible  you better fail or else it's bound to fuck with you  Oh well, it's pointless to dwell on the past  but it's ever so easy just to think you've been had  I'm just a myrtyr/extra in this scene  so I hope you'll excuse me for being a libertine  I get so angry, so mean  stab my voodoo doll  stab my voodoo doll  'til it bursts, 'til it bursts  at the seams, at the seams  'cause nothing matters when you're indestructible  you better fail or else it's bound to fuck with you  I know you might think that you're infallible  but nothing matters when you're ...  perfect.