When your final last exit comes home to haunt you   I'm feeling like I never felt before   I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures   And I feel like I don't need anything more      Won't you please save me from myself   I'm not scared of anyone else   Life creates havoc and as luck would have it   I'm tired of living in hell      When your final last exit comes home to haunt you   And your visions of excess have all gone to seed   Well, I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking   Hence decisions I make have no way of keeping      Won't you please save me from myself   I'm not scared of anyone else   Life creates havoc and as luck would have it   I'm tired of living in hell