Did you sell your soul to rock 'n’ roll
And get nothing in return?
Did you pay your debts in cigarettes
Oh, you love to watch them burn
Did you balance your insanity
Tightrope of mediocrity
And pharmacopeia to kill the pain
You love to cross those bridges
That you’ve burned so many times
Firmly believing your own bullshit
Nursery rhymes
Here’s to wishing you
So many unhappy returns
Oh I’m wishing you
So many unhappy returns
Did you ever make it back to find
A place to call your own
Did they greet you there with open arms
Or a pitchfork through your heart
Infinity’s just a figure eight
Through that bitter minefields’ shrapnel feast
And severed limbs reveal your legacy