In the final curtain call  You left me here with the coldest of feelings  Weight, kind, depression  Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in    Will they ever measure up  To the way you left me?  Here by the roadside  The bloodiest cadaver  Marked in your words:  I'm the joke,  I'm the bastard    Here wait, so I guess that you knew  That you're a selfish little whore  I'm the selfish little whore  If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door    This is no beginning, yeah yeah  This is the final cut, open up  This is no beginning, yeah yeah  This is the final cut, I'm in love