Quarter slot, the picture's hot

You can be so damn ugly

Flickering is sickening the show

Sexual, intellectual

Feel so raw, makes me crazy

Pocket full of quarters left to go

I said I'm fine, work the line

Punch the clock, it never meant that much

Wake up, wake up, it's here again

Whiskey shot, drink it up

One more bottle just to wash the cut away, away

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

My wife's alone, the kids at home

She can be so damn ugly

Her face is blurred without a word to say

I spray the dream with gasoline

Just one match, be so easy

Splatterings of you along the way

I said I'm fine, work the line

Punch the clock, it never meant that much

Wake up, wake up, it's here again

On a whim, stole the car

Heard the shot ring out, it seemed so far away, away

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Into everything, into everything

Quarter slot, the picture's hot

You can be so damn ugly

Flickering is sickening the show

Sexual, intellectual

Feel so raw, makes me crazy

Pocket full of quarters left to go, to go, to go now