Thing for blondes well don't we all King of nothing watch you fall How much more do we have to go Selling everything I own I'm not prepared Being scared is not a worry I'm not coming home To an empty room, I have no money Digging my own grave which I'll use as an ashtray Send her all my favorite songs We'll all sing and get along If I were you I'd love her too I pray to god to be alone I pray to god I break my phone I pray to god I die alone