In My Role As the Most Hated Singer in the Local Underground Music Scene

In my role as the most hated singer
In the local underground music scene
I've met a lot of well-dressed cowards
Who were never afraid of anything

I used to hang on each and every word
But now it just seems like a waste of time
You can say anything you want now baby
Just as long as you don't try and waste my time

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance

Now you say that in my sight you love me
But at the time it was kind of hard to tell
I feel like I've been wrung dry baby
It's too late, why don't you just go to hell

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance

In my role as the most hated singer
In the local underground music scene
All I got was to find your fingerprints
Over everything I've loved and everything I've been

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance
I cut you up and I'll stick the knife in
I swear you still won't feel a thing



The Amyl Nitrate Dream of Pat Robertson

Did you see me in your shifting curtain
I was busy taking a furtive peek inside
Open up the lights of your unpredictive sea
At your lovely freeways burning with innocence
At your lovely chain stores levelling the horizons like A-bombs
At your run-down streets long abandoned

By the few that claim that they saw me
By a few they claim that eyes were opened

No close friends
I swear no one saw me

My Boy Scout badge I got for not feeling a thing
My golden future with its wild cherry flavored hole
My yellow ribbon, my yellow streak, my big stick
My big time with the pony's oldest trick

Won't keep the grains of my soul from passing through the sieve
Won't keep me from begging for something I know you'll never give
And anyway, I'm probably gonna just steal
I guess I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill

No close friends
Yeah I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill

I saw the black in your shifting curtains
I saw you tighten up a drum and faded getaway
I watched with pain, I watched with lust your lousy acting
You're a cloud of dust and whenever you speak it's a ~ to see
Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up

No close friends
Yeah I swear I never give up