Standing at the gallows
i'm already dead
just call me a turnip
I've already been bled
my pockets are empty
and my poor soul too
not a pot to piss in
now thanks to you

thanks to you
this whole day is ruined
and the next one too
if I could afford a lawyer
I'd dam well sue
thanks to you
thanks to you

you pissed on my dreams
cut holes in my life
I got festering wounds
in my back from your knife
a million antacids
can't help a stomach this sour
the effects of your folly
tease my darkest hour