Quarter slot, the picture's hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go
I said I'm fine
Work the line
Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up it's here again
Whiskey shot
Drink it up
One more bottle just to wash the cut away
Into everything
My wife's alone, the kids at home
She can be so damn ugly
Her face is blurred without a word to say
I spray the dream with gasoline
Just one match, be so easy
Splatterings of you along the way
I said I'm fine
Kill the line
Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up it's here again
On a whim, stole the car
Heard the shot ring out it seemed so far away
Into everything
Quarter slot, the picture's hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go