Tire Me

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meI can see you in front of me, front of meYa tryin' ta tire me, tire meWhy don't you get from in front of me?Oh she's got everyone's eyesYeah!In every home there's a sickening distressYeah!Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious oneBut we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!We're already dead!And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-manWho passed away with the truthAmidst the eulogies of blissWho will know now what I know about you?Now that history's a flowery cancerous messYeah ya tryin' ta tire meA mess!Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire meA mess!Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meSo get the fuck from in front of meNah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!We're already dead!(Guitar solo)In a violent timeI wanna be Jackie OnassisI wanna wear a pair of dark sunglassesI wanna be Jackie OOh oh oh oh please don't die!Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meI can see you in front of me, front of meYa tryin' ta tire me, tire meWhy don't you get from in front of me?Ruh!We're already dead!We're already dead!We're already dead!