Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel   Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal   I could walk through the door, but the truth gets in the way   And yours is a bitter price to pay      Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish   Beaming to my front lawn every dream and wish   I put a bullet through my TV at point-blank range   And yours is a bitter price to pay      Now, I know I'm a bad man   Got no leg to stand on   Laying down my alibis   Laying down my guns   Got blood on my hands   And oh, by the way, yours is a bitter price to pay      I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart   It was long overdue, but I was coming apart   You're the life of the party   You got nothing to say   But yours is a bitter price to pay