Sitting with my eyes closed Sitting with my head side up And I'll do, I'll do my twenty-eight days Every time I look back I would have to turn the end of it And even another twenty-eight days
I'll be a killer I'll be heavy caliber man That you wanted I'll be a big black wizard in the Ku Klux Klan
Give up all my money Give up all my favorite scoria Everyone, everyone will think I'm gay Hanging with my villain My G.T.O. handler And I'll do much, I'll do much, do much twenty-eight days
I'll be a rock star With my head tied up in knots Or a housewife With a big smoking gun and lots of pot I'll be a dead man With my head blowing off gun shot Or a retard I'll be picking my nose and drinking my snot
Trouble slips right through my hands It's cocaine in a rock and roll band Hear the voices in my head Telling me that they're all dead
I'll be a killer I'll be heavy caliber man That you wanted I'll be a big black wizard in the Ku Klux Klan
Girl, you are all able A scissors' on my table After, ah, yeah, after my twenty-eight days Feel what you wanted Nothing will make you think I'm clean after all I've done Twenty-eight days (x4) Yeah