Love Wisconsin Style
Salt in my wounds, salt in my eyes again
Oh how i wish the stupid games would end
How do you know, which bottle you should throw?
At me when i ask if you love me

I'm out the door, i just wanna be adored
But there's bugs on my brain, i'm almost insane
Soft dark hair, all your lungs they breathe despair
How to make you whole again

But that's internal, blazing inferno, burn away what's in my chest

What's wrong? bad day?
"get bent, go away"
Perhaps life, isn't meant to share
But you know, i really want you there