You fucking monkeys Can go to hell Stains on a futon A one star hotel Lay my head on a pillow Steal some sleep And blinds me for the window I'm healing cheap And all of those things that you do Are gonna follow you Yeah, all of those things that you do They're gonna follow you And here I lie Under a migraine sky With you An empty glass of water On a filthy tray While waiting for your satan To shy away But I got a pad stuck on my temple That says he'll stay And all of those things that you do Are gonna follow you And here I lie Under a migraine sky With you You got no right to say That this is just another ordinary day 'Cause I made up my mind To change And this time I promise Im gonna Make it right