A roll of the dice

A slip of the tongue

I was stirring up the hornet's nest

It finally got me stung (Whoa, whoa)

I tried to do the right thing

But the wrong was done

It's over, excuse my grammar

But the fat lady sung (Whoa, whoa)

And I wish I was Michael J. Fox (Michael J. Fox)

I'd visit the past

Then come back to the future (Hello, McFly)

When I cleaned up my act

Yeah, I don't know what went through my head

Was my conscience shot?

Was it left for dead?

I said I'm sorry, but no one heard

'Cause actions (Actions, actions)

Actions speak louder than words

I think I made God angry

Yeah, I'm sure that He's irate

I just hope my remorse was not too little, too late (Whoa, whoa)

I gave Him my track record

He gave me a clean slate

I'm forgiven and I'm living with no sin on my plate (Whoa, whoa)

And I wish I was Michael J. Fox (Michael J. Fox)

I'd visit the past

Then come back to the future (Hello, McFly)

When I cleaned up my act

Yeah, I don't know what went through my head

Was my conscience shot?

Was it left for dead? (Left for dead)

I said I'm sorry, but no one heard

'Cause actions (Actions, action)

Actions speak louder than words

What's up? This is Thiessen. You can go ahead and leave a message at the beep. Hey Thiessen, uh, this is Toby. Look, man, a song about Marilyn Manson will never, ever be put on a CD put out by Gotee Records. Period