Better the odds, better the dope
Better the booze, now I'm up in the hole
Say to me, say it again
Write on the paper, then lick it and send
Cast the crew, then I fire 'em all
One man movie, and I'm filmin' it all
Chip the tooth, then boof the butt
1-800, you can suck my nuts, I said

I got issues, I got problems
Hey, revolver, maybe you can solve 'em
Need a tissue, I been sobbin'
Pass the phone, I need to call my doctor

I'm digging my grave i'm digging my grave
I'm digging my grave digging my grave

I got issues, I got problems
Hey, revolver, maybe you can solve 'em
Need a tissue, I been sobbin'
Pass the phone, I need to call my doctor

Hey little lady, I been feeling mad
Hey little lady, I been feeling sad
Hey little doctor, yeah, I need a drug
Ritalin or riddle me a little hug, yeah
Bring me in, hold me closer
Existential, I'm getting older
Pad me up, lock me in
Throw the key, and let me sin

I'm digging my grave i'm digging my grave

Drugs, more drugs, just fuck me up
Now pad me up and lock me down
Hate, no love, no trust, just lust
I hate the world, I hate you clowns
I hate you clowns i hate you clowns

I'm six feet down (I'm six feet down)
I'm six feet down (I'm six feet down)