You sure got a wonderful way of turning things over
And bettering yourself
You sure got it all mapped out
And nothing but truth pours out of your pretty little mouth
You told me I should blame who I want
Thats quite harsh
You're a lying bitch at heart
I'm sorry for the second man on his second turn
I know he can feel these burns
History seems to repeat itself
Welcome to Hell
We've missed you while you were gone
I'm not afraid to tell you how it is
Good luck with your girl
Here's my gun
There's her ghost
You sure had a wonderful way of turning me over
And numbering my days
You sure got it all mapped out
And nothing but truth pours from your pretty little mouth