Don't cut out my paper heart
I'm not dead just yet

Take a look at my eye's full of fire
Never trust a filthy liar

Slipping into the *****
Singing the blues

All dressed for that special day
Yet I keep tripping on the news

I say that I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad days deathbed motorcade

You fake the heat and scratch the itch
With your skinned up knees and salty lips

I won't breathe your vick's vapor life
I cringe when you all purge alike

It's only getting harder to hold onto
Yet one more trip and I'll be gone

So I'll keep my head up
While you try to keep my life down

Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get

Break your neck with that diamond noose
It's your last chance will you ever choose

Nobody will be my master
Soul searching is quite the notion

So just let me be