I can t stand my job I prefer to rock I spend my whole day Checking on the clock Sometimes I really think My brain has frozen up (Chorus 1) Maybe I ll jump off the 10th floor Slit my wrists, drown in my own blood If God indeed had a plan I m changing the end I ll get myself a rifle to get it off of my chest Go to the Shopping Mall and make it a gore fest Sometimes I really think My heart is drying out (Chorus 2) I could get ODed with some junk Hang up myself, get poison drunk If God indeed had a plan I m changing the end (Bridge) My computer often warns me I should pack and go And do the things I keep locked in my soul (I should leave) Release these dreams I keep locked in my soul (Repeat Chorus 1) Maybe I ll jump off the 10th floor Slit my wrists, drown in my own blood If God indeed had a plan I m changing the end I m changing the end I m changing the end