| Somewhere along the way my hopefulness turned to sadness
|
| Somewhere along the way my sadness turned to bitterness
|
| Somewhere along the way my bitterness turned to anger
|
| Somewhere along the way my anger turned to vengeance
|
| And the ones that I make pay
|
| Are never the ones who deserve it
|
| And the ones who deserve it they’ll never understand it
|
| Yes, I know I am going to hell in a purple basket
|
| At least I will be in another world, while you’re pissing on my casket
|
| How could you be Oh
|
| So perfect for me? |
| Oh
|
| Why can’t you ignore Oh
|
| The things I did before? |
| Oh
|
| Somewhere along the way exacting vengeance gave excitement
|
| Somewhere along the way that excitement turned to pleasure
|
| Somewhere along the way that pleasure turned to madness
|
| Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain
|
| And the ones that I made pay were never ones who deserved it
|
| Those who helped me along the way, I smacked them as I thanked them
|
| Yes, I know I am going to hell in a leather jacket
|
| At least I will be in another world, while you’re pissing on my casket
|
| All that I can do now is sing a song of faded glory
|
| And all you got to do is sit there, look great, and make them horny
|
| Together we will sing songs and tell exaggerated stories
|
| About the way we feel today, and tonight and in the morning
|
| How could you be Oh
|
| So perfect for me? |
| Oh
|
| Why can’t you ignore Oh
|
| The things I did before? |
| Oh
|
| And take all your fears
|
| And pretend there all true
|
| And take all your plans
|
| And pretend they fell through
|
| And that’s what it’s like Oh
|
| That’s what it’s like for most people in this world
|
| The rich or the poor, oh
|
| Muslims or Jews, oh
|
| When roles are reversed, oh
|
| Opinions are too, oh
|
| That’s all I’m gonna say now
|
| Right before they come knocking on my door now |