So I’m the king of all these things    Of this mess I have made    Such a waste   What a shame   My whole life is a fake   Well I’m a bore and I’m sure   I’m a thorn inside of you   That has torn at you for years   The alcohol, the Demerol,    These things never could replace   What a minute with you could do   To put a smile on my face   Well I’m a bore and I’m sure   I’m a thorn inside of you   That has torn at me for years      I can’t get out of this dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Not sure where to begin   I can’t get under my dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Can I sleep till then?      Phenobarbital and alcohol   These two surely will do   To knock me out   To keep me down   At least a day or two   When I’m awake    I can taste how bitter I’ve become   And it’s more than I can bear   Some days I pray, someone will blow me away   Make it quick, but let it burn   So I can feel my life fade   Well, I’m a waste, and I can taste   How bitter I’ve become   And it’s more than I can bear      I can’t get out of this dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Not sure where to begin   I can’t get under my dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Can I sleep til then?      (I can't shed my skin)   (I can't shed my skin)      I can’t get out of this dead skin   Not so well to begin   I can’t get under my dead skin   Can I sleep til then?      I can’t get out of this dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Not so well to begin   I can’t get under my dead skin   I can’t shed my skin   Can I sleep til then?