Don't start with the ugly part,

Don't end with the things

that will make them want to walk away

Tune in at the din again, another price ain't cheap

But somebody's gonna have to pay

Oh yes, you can only guess, what it is, what it was,

don't remember what I had in mind

Shotgunning on a joy ride, coming down the block,

Half-cocked nearly half the time

Give it back, give it back, give it back, g-g-give it back, sing it

One time for the words divine,

And two times for the things

that you hope you never have to say

Three scenes in a dead man's dream,

And the girls tell the boys

that they better fucking run away

Live it up, or g-g-give it up, turn it up, tune it out,

Let it rhyme with the other line

Shotgunning on a joy ride, coming down the block,

Half-cocked nearly all the time

Give it back, give it back, give it back, g-ggive it back, sing it