spit glee and roll in the ladder magazines filled with bullshit trying to sell me something i don t need about long hate and how i got drunk last night i had a heart of stone but you turn it to my horse horns ahw into the valley of death with your will on my back oh twisted and deformed my wishes are that you gave it s not your fault i ve been ripped apart but you know you didn t have you know you didn t have oooooooooohh