You fucking monkeys
Can go to hell
Stains on a futon
A one star hotel
Lay my head on a pillow
Steal some sleep
And blinds me for the window
I'm mealing cheap
And all of those things that you do
Are gonna follow you
Yeah, all of those things that you do
They're gonna follow you
And here I lie
Under a migraine sky
With you
An empty glass of water 
On a filthy tray 
While waiting for your satan
To shy away
But I got a pad stuck on my temple
That says he'll stay
And all of those things that you do
Are gonna follow you
And here I lie
Under a migraine sky
With you
You got no right to say
That this is just another ordinary day
'Cause I made up my mind
To change
And this time I promise Im gonna
Make it right