Morning blurring into noon And I'm out of the old rustic black I'm seeing red, I'm feeling blue And working on this heart attack But I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore Baritone the keys are broke The drum machines are running slow But I wrote down everything I could I tell you everything is good But I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore And I never had a name before No, I never played the Filthy Door But your Punk Rock Mom was wrong She ain't never listened to the song But I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore