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)