When your final last exit comes home to haunt you

I'm feeling like I never felt before

I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures

And I feel like I don't need anything more



Won't you please save me from myself

I'm not scared of anyone else

Life creates havoc

And as luck would have it

I'm tired of living in hell



When your final last exit comes home to haunt you

And your visions of excess have all gone to seed

Well I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking

'Cause decisions I make have no way of keeping



Won't you please save me from myself

I'm not scared of anyone else

Life creates havoc

And as luck would have it

I'm tired of living in hell