I remember when I was just a baby When somebody told me everything was all right Was my mother right before she drove my crazy Chewing on her lips like a witch cooking suicide I'm so sick of hearing Things are gonna work out Well I'm so sick of hearing Things are gonna be all right In the kitchen there's a cuban with a pistol He got an itchy trigger finger sticking in your side Holds you tight and at this range he ain't gonna miss you And no one else will girl cause you're already dead inside Ain't you sick of hearing Things are gonna work out Well ain't' you sick of hearing Things are gonna be all right Well somebody lied Somebody lied Somebody lied Somebody lied Well everybody talks alot of pretty stories But when they talk you know they don't even Look you in the eye And everybody's got a crystal ball to look into the future But we all know that tomorrow's just a lie Your lying naked on the bathroom floor now Another day and you don't bother keeping score now He's getting vicious as he's walking through the door now And don't you know you're running out of time They all said that everything was gonna change now They told you all good things would come to people in good time What's the different when you're living like you are now s** a strangers dick just trying to make some money to survive Everybody talks alot of pretty stories But when they talk you know they don't even Look you in the eye And you know you ain't gonna live forever You can't even hold your self together As the days go by Your lying naked on the bathroom floor now Another day and you don't bother keeping score now He's getting vicious as he's walking through the door now And don't you know you're running out of time