He wakes himself up with a monkey wrench
Straightens out his spine
He does it all the time
Every time
No matter how hard he may scrub
He's just rubbing it in
He washes his hair with a bar of soap
But doesn't get it clean
It's like a smack in the face
Or a shot in the arm
He doesn't appear to help
But he doesn't do any harm
He'd rather just sustain
In his comfortable routine
His comfortable routine
And a Mad magazine
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
Sits on the curb from dusk 'til dawn
He's peeling off his core
Ripped up and torn
It's better living through chemistry
It's an escape, it's a vulnerability
And then the twilight comes
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone
He's got a ballpoint pen tattoo on the skin stretched across his bones
There's nothing worse than being in a crowded room and feeling all alone