Target Nevada - The Patron Saint Of Losers lyrics

Say a prayer for dead astronauts, say a prayer for your best/worst friend I've got a little secret A big f**ing deal, some botched wiring in the head Just a weekend thing A taste, a whole one The beginning of the end I can't Testing water depth 6 feet Or to comprehend swollen ankles to the toes Your guts hate your f**ing guts Look at little closer So goddan blatant A cry for help Far from secret (Take a look around So goddam blatant A cry for help No f**ing secret Open your f**ing eyes So goddam blatant A f**ing cry for help No f**ing secret) Put the needle in, draw a little blood back, press down Push the plunger down