So many songs about heart done wrong,about lost loveâs bitterness.Jilted Joes wrote your sing-a-longs,well I dare you to hum to this.âThere are more fish in the seaâis the only truth for me.Then my feet get wet, my legs get weak,I start to sink,and then I start to thinkâ¦Iâm goig down down down.Itâs burning in my head.Iâm going down down downlike a hunk of lead.But it go on on on.Better dread than dead.Iâm going down down downfrom point A to point blank.All you gearhead funnyboysswitched Spock for Pebbles comps.You got all the groove and moveof a full-up parking lot.I never worked on a car,but I sure know how to screw.You can keep playing dress up white trashIâll stick to being nude,Urbane and lewd.What I want to sayI know wonât fit in a song.Itâs hate and sadnessand a faith so long gone.Keeps me from sleeping nightsor caring about the days.Then again itâs short as the spotat the end of this empty phrase.All the Betty Page pin-ups,All the silly love songs.All the cute Satan tattoosonly hold up for so long.The only thing that lasts for medies every day.Maybe you can make a point,But at the end youâre at point blank.