(Follow the yellow brick road) Follow the yellow brick road down to hell Death on my mind with a clip full of shells Wrist full of glass, scrape the skin with my nails Hate myself and you do too, I could tell Hey there friend Good morning, time and time again We've spoken, stuck inside my head Hearing voices, but the pain won't end 'Til it's over Got a gun in hand, revolver barrel smoking like a cigarette Bloodstained across the floor with all the tears I've shed Sitting still inside the dark Where you left me for dead, again, and again Where you left me for dead, again, and again Where you left me for dead, again, and again, and again