Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town

The bar is always closed and all the hookers are long gone

All church is entertainment and Prozac is the drug

Going out of my mind, stuff's changing around

I got gallons of blood

Can't remember where it's from

Just clippings on the wall

I guess it's stuff that I have done

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

Autoerotic, I'm bored and all neurotic

Just sitting around all day, just planning how to die

Wasting time, cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute

Sometimes I feel that I am dead

Distant memories haunt me (Distant memories haunt me)

It really seems like a dream (It really seems like a dream)

Like a dead man's song (Like a dead man's song)

I'm a machine with no conscience

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

It really seems like a dream

Like a dead man's song

I'm just a machine with no conscience

Like a dead man's song

Living in a dirty hick town

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red

I'm gonna paint this town red