I can’t stand my job
I prefer to rock
I spend my whole day
Checking on the clock
Sometimes I really think
My brain has frozen up

(Chorus 1)
Maybe I’ll jump off the 10th floor
Slit my wrists, drown in my own blood
If God indeed had a plan
I’m changing the end

I’ll get myself a rifle to get it off of my chest
Go to the Shopping Mall and make it a gore fest
Sometimes I really think
My heart is drying out

(Chorus 2)
I could get ODed with some junk
Hang up myself, get poison drunk
If God indeed had a plan
I’m changing the end

(Bridge)
My computer often warns me
I should pack and go
And do the things I keep locked in my soul
(I should leave)
Release these dreams I keep locked in my soul

(Repeat Chorus 1)
Maybe I’ll jump off the 10th floor
Slit my wrists, drown in my own blood
If God indeed had a plan
I’m changing the end
I’m changing the end

C.K.³