[Chorus]
I come back in with a one-two
Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue
Truth hurts when it points right at you
Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
Don't talk, that's it, just one
Do you think you can handle that much?
I've just come back to life
I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine

[Post-Chorus]
Your party's so damn tired
Kinkiness pretty light and
You're dressed up like a tiger
But you're a fly stuck in my eye and

[Verse 1]
What's that face?
Well, you got some scrapes, but I'll piledrive you anyway
And I hoped and I prayed
I kept on thinking it'd all change one day
But the great gon' fight
You drew blood, set myself on fire
But you've had your time
Well you've had your time
[Verse 2]
Who're you talking to?
What's your daddy do?
Oh, you poor boo-boo
He's a lizard too
Hit the Mini-Mart
Buy the bitter truth
Get a few ball gags
They're on 3-for-2
Buy a better mood
Buy a point of view
You split off in June 1992
Get some attitude
Get some nuance too
Get me solitude
And a good excuse, when

[Chorus]
I come back in with a one-two
Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue
Truth hurts when it points right at you
Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
Don't talk, that's it, just one
Do you think you can handle that much?
I've just come back to life
I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine
[Bridge]
Wonderful nothing
I just want something wrong
I want indulgence
I just want to make it out alive
Wonderful nothing
I want you to bury me alive
Put me in a dungeon
I come back in with a one-two

[Chorus]
I come back in with a one-two
Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue
Truth hurts when it points right at you
Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
Don't talk, that's it, just one
Do you think you can handle that much?
I've just come back to life
I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine

[Outro]
You've got big ideas
They're as shit is you
Trying to self-combust, just for an excuse
Say "I might throw up" just to leave the room
I'd say burn in hell, but they'd hate you too
In my mind, annotating you
What is that you're wearing?
Oh, it's too much blue
Did your mum tell you "close it when you chew"?
Now scuttle home, go and lick your wounds
I'm a fly inside of your facial goop
I'm a little hair sat inside your soup
Face the room, maybe I'm the fool
I've been trying to stop
But I still love you