Thirty licks with a belt
Playing tricks on myself
And I wonder if everyone else is this way
A succession of tests a triumphant success
Each time i'm still intact
At the end of the day
Thirty drops in a glass
Keep my temper and pass
With my breath held you bastards
You bastards
You've lucked out again
It's not really so bad
There's still mom there's still
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my heads
It's no mystery
You should obviously go
Before I break everything
You're always telling me
That you're dying to know
But you're not really listening
How do I manage to station myself in harms way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
That I have no means to pay
And no strength to argue
My personal demons can scheme with professional care
Oh God they're after me
If I could shut them up
Just for an hour I swear
I could stop this catastrophe
Thirty day guarantee
But they can't have meant me
After all I was born to a childproof world
No sharp corners or glass
No small objects or plastic bags
Please, these are death to a delicate girl
It's no mystery
You should obviously know
That I'll destroy everything
So don't go telling me that you're dying to know
'Cause you'll get what you're asking for
And I still manage to station myself in harms way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
Stating I came the wrong day
Now all the demons are screaming their wages aren't fair
I've held a secret kept
If I could shut them out
Just for a second I swear
It'll look like an accident
I could be decent yet
Be magnificient
I could be president