Spin the wheel my kiss of fortune!
Your solitude's a high pitched whine
Let go of the medicine or you'll be sucking it until you die
I thought this could be my time
'Til you pulled the rug from under me
I've hardened in this ageless shame
Of swinging from your coattails
Now I'm back to good old ball and chain

Wonderful, let the water pour
How right you were
With your entourage of hissing snakes
A simple matter of give and take

Now pour your mind out of the vase
Wall to wall
Winner takes all
But I wanna see the lightning strike you

Return with this sickness, turn the kick in his head
My word is he woeful in his rant
I imagine you'd like to call it soulful

Kick through the doors you can
Suck open sores
You can build us a rocket
The least you can
The worst you can
Send us on our way