whenever i’m hungry i go straight
for the bottle to drown it out
cause when my stomach’s empty it takes
so much less to knock me down

to break out of this self destructive cycle
you’ve got to reduce your use and recycle

i guess you could say i’ve been teetering
back and forth on the edge of a knife
i’m afraid that i will be teetering
for the rest of my miserable life

get a real job, please go get married
to tell you the truth i’d rather be buried
in the ground

there’s more to life than this, or so i’ve been
told a thousand times before
but i can’t reach it from the spot where i
passed out naked on the floor

there’s more to life than this
they told me
you’ve gotta do something more
they scold me

i guess you could say i’ve been teetering
back and forth on the edge of a knife
i’m terrified that i will be teetering
for the rest of my god-given life

“you’re gonna regret this when it’s over”
to tell you the truth i’ve never been sober
in my life

i haven’t taken my medicine in three weeks
what the fuck is wrong with me?
they’re the only things that keep me from
hanging by my neck from a tree

the threat of an atom bomb couldn’t faze me
when i’m fighting a nuclear war almost daily

i guess you could say i’ve been teetering
back and forth on the edge of a knife
i guess that i just will be teetering
for the rest of my natural life

i guess you could say i’ve been teetering
back and forth on the edge of a knife
i’m afraid that i will be teetering
for the rest of my miserable life