Quarter slot, the pictures hot

You can be so damn ugly

Flickering is sickening the show

Sexual, intellectual

Feel so raw, makes me crazy

Pocket full of quarters left to go



I said I'm fine, work the line

Punch the clock it never meant that much

Wake up wake up its here again

Whiskey shot drink it up

One more bottle just wash the cut away

Into everything



My wife's alone, the kids at home

She can be so damn ugly

Her face is blurred without a word to say

I spray the dream with gasoline

Just one match be so easy

Splatterings of you along the way



I said I'm find, work the line

Punch the clock it never meant that much

Wake up wake up its here again

On a whim stole the car

heard a shot ring out It seemed so far away

Into everything



Quarter slot, the pictures hot

You can be so damn ugly

Flickering is sickening the show

Sexual, intellectual

Feel so raw, makes me crazy

Pocket full of quarters left to go to go to go now