I remember when I was just a babynwhen somebody told me everything was all rightnwas my mother right before she drove my crazynchewing on her lips like a witch cooking suicidennI'm so sick of hearing nthings are gonna work outnWell I'm so sick of hearingnthings are gonna be all rightnnIn the kitchen there's a cuban with a pistolnhe got an itchy trigger finger sticking in your sidenholds you tight and at this range he ain't gonna miss younand no one else will girl cause you're already dead insidennAin't you sick of hearingnthings are gonna work outnWell aint' you sick of hearingnthings are gonna be all rightnnWell somebody liednsomebody liednsomebody liednsomebody liednnWell everybody talks alot of pretty storiesnbut when they talk you know they don't evennlook you in the eyennAnd everybody's got a crystal ball to look into the futurenbut we all know that tomorrow's just a liennYour lying naked on the bathroom floor nownAnother day and you don't bother keeping score nownHe's getting vicious as he's walking through the door nownand don't you know you're running out of timennThey all said that everything was gonna change nownThey told you all good things would come to people in good timenWhat's the different when you're living like you are nownsuck a strangers dick just trying to make some money to survivennEverybody talks alot of pretty storiesnbut when they talk you know they don't evennlook you in the eyennAnd you know you ain't gonna live forevernyou can't even hold your self togethernas the days go bynnYour lying naked on the bathroom floor nownAnother day and you don't bother keeping score nownHe's getting vicious as he's walking through the door nownand don't you know you're running out of timenn