I guess you heard my head turned brown
I lost several pounds and just look terrible
This marriage of black and yellow never looked good on paper
His mother was a secretary, I think
Her father a rapist
I’m a little pressed for time and facts
But I know, I know
It’s those personal acts, those personal acts
That cut through the crap

I heard they were dismembering people down on the street
Those Joneses! (you gotta love em’!)
Various disguises are regrettable but necessary
If you’re going to make it through the day
Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze
Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze

A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons
News at eleven!
But first a long serious look at what’s seeping from open sore
Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT!
I never felt so alone, I never felt so used
I never felt so EXCITED!
It was those personal acts, those personal axe
That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast
YOU DUMB FUCK!
My mom phoned up the police today
Just to say hello (“Hello!”)
My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks
I guess that’s what happens when you walk the streets with a bag on your head and a sign that says:
Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze
Everyday, everyday every day I start to ooze

Oooh, black and blue and red are the colors every day
Oooh, black and blue and red are the colors every day
Oooh, everyday. .

OK, that’s life, that’s what I was told anyway
And picking your feet till they bleed may only be the half of it
If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle
Perhaps every fourth person is a DUMB FUCK
Listen, listen carefully now, here’s the answer
It rhymes with axe, why, it’s those personal acts of course
Those personal acts, those suicide pacts
Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children
It's my face smeared on the pavement!
Wohhhhh… It’s every day! It’s every day!
Unday, Noneday, Useday, Buttugly, Whoresday, Painday SPLATTERSDAY! SPLATTERSDAY!
YOU DUMB FUCK!