IN A WORD

Third day, and maybe this was the height of insanity...
A twisted story about a twisted character

LYRICS

Can I come into your party, it's starting
I got no plans idle hands need Bacardi
I'll leave an impression, a depression, a deep fresh one
I'll be the cut up, get fu'd up won't shut up
How bout that?

Can I come into your kitchen for chicken
Keep having visions of crimson collisions
I'll be your hero, we'll need some more beer though
To kill these nerves, in a word I'm a weirdo
How bout that?

Just like everyone, I'm just trying to have my fun

Hey can I borrow your car in the morning
And your house until I find it boring
This song is so wrong, at least it's not too long
Looks like my muse blew a fuse and now she's gone