Ad Nauseam

Your ego, it is roaring through the night, hear me sigh

You're fishing for insults and what you find, you won't like

Well, I've got the patience of a saint, I tell you, baby

Maybe you're beautiful inside, but tonight, oh, tonight

You're going on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on

Ad nauseam, your rule of thumb is boring me to death

Someone please end this night., this diatribe is paceless

Only pausing for a breath

You've got the gift of the gab, I'll give you that, I gave you that

I guess the good times just couldn’t last

When you're boiling the bad blood in a swelling head

But I've got a bone to pick when you get sick of dancing on my head

You've said your piece, but Jesus, baby, can you give it a rest?

You're going on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on

Ad nauseam, your rule of thumb is boring me to death

Someone please end this night, this diatribe is paceless

Only pausing for a breath

Oh, be weary of the late night swipers

They'll cut you up and serve you to their friends

And I have tried a thousand times to join them

But made a mess trying to make amends

You're seeing red 'cause I cannot adore you

A chore I wouldn't wish upon a soul

Well, it makes me blue to see you so offended

But indignation is a dish that you'll eat alone

As you're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going on and on and on and on and on and on and on

You're going

Ad nauseam, your rule of thumb is boring me to death

Someone please end this night, this diatribe is paceless

Only pausing for a breath