I can’t believe the shit that sets me offIt’s like my fucking head’s a powder kegThe sparks are all around me; you may scoffBut wait until one lands, ‘cause then you’ll begYou’ll beg me to be decent: I don’t careMy decency is mine and mine aloneYou’re just a fucking spark; you’re everywhereI should have listened, should have fucking knownI should have known my brain would never healI should have listened to the voice of doubtI should have followed fantasy that’s realI should have lit myself; who’ll put me outKa-boom! It doesn’t matter anymoreI guess we know what powder kegs are for.