Swan Song

You were gonna let me go No guts to tell me yourself Go ahead and rub my nose in it You can't fire me because I quit You make me feel invisible Well, surely you see me now Strecthed out on the floor of your house Foaming at the mouth With a needle in my arm Next to a smoking gun And an empty razor case And a note that says : "Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane" "Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane" "Dear Jack I hate you" I said yeah yeah yeah waouh. The neighborhood is gonna watch me As I create the great finale A perfect swan dive out the window Crash the car off the road You're not gonna miss me But you're gonna remember my body Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street. Clean up your mess X4