| Out cold, run over by the boulder of Sisyphus
|
| Doesn’t it seem to get a bit repetitive?
|
| Over and over and over again
|
| You got clean, climbing up that hill was an impressive feat
|
| To think of all the demons you had to jockey
|
| Just to see that boulder bounding!
|
| Double dead — the first time was your worst mistake
|
| This second one should take the cake
|
| And smear it all over the mirror!
|
| Out cold, cozy in the mausoleum of your home
|
| Dozing to the shuffle of a metronome ticking out of time —
|
| I-I-I'm, I-I-I'm, uh-uh, I’m a devil, I’m an angel
|
| I’m whichever shoulder you’ve been glancing over
|
| The boulder’s getting closer, it can’t be outrun
|
| Time to take your medicine!
|
| Double dead — you and me have got history
|
| You and me have got symmetry
|
| Two sides of the same loin
|
| Double dead — I’m the shears that Samson feared
|
| I’m the whisper in your ear —
|
| Now, be a good little boy and do as you’re told
|
| Let’s hit the road
|
| One for the money, two for your head…
|
| Double dead!
|
| Double dead — the first time was so innocent
|
| This second one is insolent
|
| Double dead — you and me, we’ve got history
|
| But no real future I can see |