It seems that this it The way you show your ugly mouth when I don't kiss it You say your finally throwing me out But what would you do without your favorite bag of trash? It seems ideal for us to just accept that were separate parts In this performance pretending that we hear each others hearts But all I hear is 24 beers and a crash Now I'm in meant to off the road See how much of my hair is gone Cause I've been pulling em out 1 by 1 you see It seems immoral for us to drag our knives down a gravel road And then impossible for me to pay you everything you were owed So won't you pierce my head with the massive hole If you don't do it You know I'll stay alive for evermore American gothic, a man, a pitchfork, and his whore Now I'm been meant to off the road See how much of my hair is gone Cause I've been pulling em out 1 by 1 you see So help me help see give me a hand Damn the boy and damn the band Make me a miracle, walk me fast to sea Now I've been meant to offer up (I'm not a machine I'm not a machine) See much of my hair is gone (I'm not a machine I'm not a machine) Cause I've been pulling em out 1 by 1 you see (I'm not a machine I'm not a machine) So help help me see give me hand (I'm a machine I'm a machine) Damn the boy and damn the band (I'm a machine I'm a machine) Make me a miracle, walk me fast to sea (I'm not a machine I'm not a machine)