I Want To Scream,
Break A Vase,
See The Tears, On My Face?
I Don't Want To Dream,
I Don't Want To Sleep,
Though I'm Tired, So Tired I Weep.
Yesterday Was Horrible,
Yet Today Was Worse,
I Feel The Wicked--Dreaded Curse.
The Star Necklace Falling,
From My Neck,
But With All The Pain What Do You Expect?
You Can Turn Against Me,
Rip Through My Spline,
Though You'll Never Destroy This Durable Machine.
Let's Take A Bow,
And Raise A Hand,
Though The Encore Is For Another Band.