Quarter slot, the picture's hot You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw makes me crazy Pocket full of quarters left to go
I said I'm fine Work the line
Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up it's here again Whiskey shot Drink it up
One more bottle just to wash the cut away Into everything
My wife's alone, the kids at home She can be so damn ugly
Her face is blurred without a word to say
I spray the dream with gasoline Just one match, be so easy
Splatterings of you along the way I said I'm fine
Kill the line Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up it's here again On a whim, stole the car
Heard the shot ring out it seemed so far away Into everything
Quarter slot, the picture's hot You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw makes me crazy Pocket full of quarters left to go
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