Not many things can make me happy
Not many things can lift me off this floor
You want to know how you can help me
Well I wish that you were dead you fucking whore
Yes I wish that you were dead you fucking whore

At night I lie awake just thinking
(lie awake just thinking)
Of things I wish I could have seen
(what'cha wanna see)
Your body lying in the desert
(body lyin' body lyin' body lie..)
Vultures gnawing at your big fat spleen

Won't you do me this last favor
Something to take away my pain
(take the pain away)
Slice your wrist up with a razor
Let the blood flow from your vein

Not many things can make me happy
Not many things can lift me off this floor
You want to know how you can help me
(help me help me help me help me baby)
I wish that you were dead you fucking whore

Well I can call you anything I want
It doesn't change the way I feel
Yes I can call anything at all
(got to got to got to got to)
But it's this feeling that I've got to kill
(got to kill)

Not many things can make me happy
Not many things can lift me off this floor
You want to know how you can help me
(help me help me help me help me baby)
I wish that you were dead you fucking whore
(help me help me help me help me baby)
I wish that you were dead you fucking whore
(help me help me help me help me baby)
I wish that you were dead you fucking whore