Goldfish

Ted killed my goldfish

Fed her too many pills

And that shits hard to swallow

He always knew it would kill

I prepared this special-a

For the porcelain grave

At the bottom of the well

At the bottom of the well

Oh god let me out

And now the fish lives with me

Under the concrete

With all the freaks

The freaks like you and me

Who speak to the devil

Oh he speaks to me too

He tells me what to do

And now I’m coming for you

Oh god let me out

Cus it’s a syndrome

Of living in the underworld

Land of the forgotten

In this place we call

Home

Oh god let me out

Cus it’s a syndrome

Of living in the underworld

Land of the forgotten

In this place we call