Point a to Point Blank

So many songs about heart done wrong About lost love's bitterness Jilted Joes wrote your sing-a-longs Well I dare you to hum to this There are more fish in the sea Is the only truth for me Then my feet get wet, my legs get weak I start to sink And then I start to think I'm goig down down down It's burning in my head I'm going down down down Like a hunk of lead But it go on on on Better dread than dead I'm going down down down From point A to point blank All you gearhead funnyboys Switched Spock for Pebbles comps You got all the groove and move Of a full-up parking lot I never worked on a car But I sure know how to screw You can keep playing dress up white trash I'll stick to being nude, urbane and lewd I'm goig down down down It's burning in my head I'm going down down down Like a hunk of lead But it go on on on Better dread than dead I'm going down down down From point A to point blank What I want to say I know won't fit in a song It's hate and sadness And a faith so long gone Keeps me from sleeping nights Or caring about the days Then again it's short as the spot At the end of this empty phrase All right All the Betty Page pin-ups All the silly love songs All the cute Satan tattoos Only hold up for so long The only thing that lasts for me Dies every day Maybe you can make a point But at the end you're at point blank,you're at point blank I'm goig down down down It's burning in my head I'm going down down down Like a hunk of lead But it go on on on Better dread than dead I'm going down down down From point A to point blank