Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw
Makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go

I'm just fine
Work the line
Punch the clock
It never meant that much
Wake up wake up
It's here again
Whiskey shot, drink it up
One more bottle just to wash the cut away
Into everything

My wife's alone, the kids at home
She can be so damn ugly
Her face is blurred
Without a word to say
I spray the dream with gasoline
Just one match be so easy
Splatterings of you along the way

I said I'm fine
Killed the line
Punch the clock
It never meant that much
Wake up wake up
It's here again
On a whim, stole the car
Heard the shot ring out
It seemed so far away
Into everything
Into everything

Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual intellectual
Feel so raw, makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go

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Writer(s): DAVID USHER, JEFFREY HOWARD PEARCE, KEVIN THOMPSON YOUNG, MARK ANDREW MAKOWY, PAUL MATTHEW WILCOX