Oh well, you sit alone and your brain begins to rot

and so you chase behind your every crazy thought

and find a human scapegoat to blame your problems on

past on a plastic smile, pretending nothing's wrong

you go to work and sometimes you scream and bitch and

whine

you know that I'm so grateful that none of your problems

are mine

and so you find a punching bag with a face that looks like

me

and then you beat it sensless until it springs a leak.

Oh well, your life is empty and so you buy some toys

and when something goes wrong you get so fucking

annoyed

the pages in your scrapbook, they get all yellow and faded

and I'd be cynical if I wasn't so goddamned jaded

and so you make excusec for writing poisen pen notes

just make sure in your mind you're always abowe reproach

look over the rim of your glasses and then look down your

nose

It's easy to feel superior, I know ...

'cause nothing matters when you're indestructible

you better fail or else it's bound to fuck with you

Oh well, it's pointless to dwell on the past

but it's ever so easy just to think you've been had

I'm just a myrtyr/extra in this scene

so I hope you'll excuse me for being a libertine

I get so angry, so mean

stab my voodoo doll

stab my voodoo doll

'til it bursts, 'til it bursts

at the seams, at the seams

'cause nothing matters when you're indestructible

you better fail or else it's bound to fuck with you

I know you might think that you're infallible

but nothing matters when you're ...

perfect