Lucy's lipstick is still on my collar She said she'd ring, but I think I should call her Is it depression, or is it nostalgia? Treat all your sickness with greed and analgia Lucy left me, and my eyes were running Oh please believe me, that girl she is cunning So many critics, but how do the fools see A dumbfounded drunk, but what is it to me? But if I fuck up the lottery With all the skunk to my head You can go clog up an artery With all your I scream in beds Seek out your vengeance, and fall to the wayside Take out the bottle and go for a day ride Is it addiction, or mental confusion? To tame my mind, it's just an illusion But if I fuck up the lottery With all the skunk to my head You can go clog up an artery With all your I scream in beds