Cutesy Monster Man (Iron Chic)

I want to smash my face into that god damn radio It may seem strange but these urges come and go I'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereo I don't say much and when I do it's not enough I can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble up It makes it hard to breathe It makes a case for throwing up So I medicate and when my eyes are red enough I start thinking straight and I can face the day Face down, lights out Put some music on maybe I'll come around Maybe find the will to sing And all the things I could never say Will come pouring out of me Through my broken teeth The best and worst of me I sold my soul now I age but don't get old And to this day it's the best deal I ever made All the things I could never say Will come spraying out of my face Through my broken teeth The best and worst of me