From the recording Mojo Suicide
Lyrics
You self-destruct, you're well aware
No violin for your despair
A fireball of exploding hell
Whatcha whatcha gotta gotta say for yourself?
Well, well
You pull the curtain over bloodshot eyes
Nobody left to believe your lies
You gave it up for the road less paved
Assembly lines running down into your grave
All worn down
All worn down
All worn down
All worn down
Oh well, just another soul to sell
Oh well, just another tale to tell
Oh well, just another fight to quell
Oh well, just another cheap motel this side of hell
All worn down
All worn down
All worn down
All worn down