and what they said
sent lies through my head
don’t wait
i’m out the door; i’m gone
don’t cry for me
‘cause when we’re dead we’re gone
and i welcome
my personal hell

well oh hell yeah

you smile
through your bleached-white teeth
veneers;
they hide what’s beneath
those lies
lieslieslieslies
and you welcome
my personal hell

well oh hell yeah

i don’t care what the radio has to say or know
i’m wired on you... wired on you
i don’t care what the television blasts all day and night
i’m wired on you wired on you
X2*

don’t listen
to what they have to say
what the hell
do they know anyway...
all the lies
lieslieslieslies
they welcome me
to my personal hell
*
we’re done
we’re out the door; we’re gone
... and that’s how they’ve won