I'm standing in the vacuum
Two-star, but what a view
Spa day from Hell, how temperamental
The tailor's on speed dial, 'cause I've come apart at the seams
Or so it seems
I saw you from across the room
Should've said hi, but I had to run
I'm trapped in the vacuum
So, key in the ignition, I take the hearse around the block
Spa day from Hell, how temperamental
The tailor's on speed dial, 'cause I've come apart at the seams
Or so it seems
The sun is out, feel alive
Beautiful day for genocide
Kill them all, but don't make a scene
Don't want you to think bad of me
Eat in an empty restaurant
The food is shit, but the music's alright
Cover my ears on the drive home
I don't wanna hear music anymore
You ask, "What's with the long face?"
Well, I was Jesus for a minute, but now I'm nothing but a horse
Spa day from Hell, how temperamental
The tailor's on speed dial, 'cause I've come apart at the seams
Or so it seems