It's a junkie dream makes you so uptight
Yeah it's Halloween tonight and every night
Hear you scratch your skin
Your sandpaper throat

You're a symphony, man, with one fucking note
How they beat you up week after week
And when you grow up you're going to be a freak
Want a violent girl who's not scared of anything

Help me kill my time
'Cause I'll never be fine
Help me kill my time
You went down to look at old Dallas town

Where you must be sick just to hang around
Seen it on TV how to kill your man
Then like Gacy's scene a canvas in your hand
You better call your mom she's out looking for you

In the jail and the army and the hospital too
But those people there couldn't do anything for you
Help me kill my time
'Cause I'll never be fine

Help me kill my time
Help me kill my time
Help me kill my time
'Cause I'll never be fine

Help me kill my time

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Steven Paul Smith