She calls the shots when she enters the scene
Knows how to kill, she’s got it down to a T
She must be lonely, ‘cause she’s looking at me
And everybody knows she loves her company
She says, “Sugar, wanna have some fun?
I’ve got some pills, and your mother’s gun
You want to party with the tragedy club?
You want to party with the tragedy club
But don’t cry, ‘cause you ain’t that young”
I think she shot me a hundred times today
The bleeding makes it hard for me to get away
Hallelujah, I just died a little bit inside
But I’m doing fine, and I’m feeling fine
She’s in my head, and I can’t drown her out
She always talking, and I can’t stand the sound
I buy the medicine to keep her down
I buy the medicine to keep her down
But she won’t stop coming around
I think she shot me a hundred times today
The bleeding makes it hard for me to get away
Hallelujah, I just died a little bit inside
But I’m doing fine, and I’m feeling fine
And I’ll be better when I’m gone
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la
And I’m doing fine, and I’m feeling fine
And I’ll be better when I’m gone