| Like a needle in a haystack | |
| Provoking all my allergies | |
| The genie's out of the bottle | |
| This day will live in infamy | |
| In the shadow of the spectre | |
| Under the Sword of Damocles | |
| Well I have but one regret | |
| That I have not killed you yet | |
| Those burnholes in the mattress | |
| Bring back such sweet memories | |
| It's nature versus nurture | |
| The princess and the pea | |
| Mirror mirror on the wall | |
| Oh who will be the first to fall | |
| I'm gonna solve all of your problems | |
| With a lingering embrace | |
| The center of the universe | |
| Is a very crowded place | |
| In the shadow of the spectre | |
| Under the Sword of Damocles | |
| Well I have but one regret | |
| That I have not killed you yet | |
| The repulsive and the ignorant | |
| Are gonna meet their maker yet | |
| With the kindness of a blindfold | |
| And one last cigarette | |
| Grand high exalted ruler | |
| My kingdom for a horse | |
| I know an even quicker way | |
| Than a Mexican divorce | |
| Mirror mirror on my back | |
| Oh who will be the first to crack | |
| Mirror mirror on the wall | |
| Oh who will be the first to fall | |
| I"m gonna solve all of your problems | |
| With a lingering embrace | |
| The center of the universe | |
| Is a very crowded place | |
| In the shadow of the spectre | |
| Under the Sword of Damocles | |
| Well I have but one regret | |
| That I have not killed you yet | |
| Underneath the shattered dome | |
| A prisoner in my own home | |
| Everything you know is wrong | |
| The throbbing of testosterone | |
| Erupture rising in my craw | |
| The sound is too loud to ignore | |
| You went and threw it all away | |
| More trouble coming every day | |
| It's nature versus nurture | |
| The princess and the pea | |
| The genie's out of the bottle | |
| This day will live in infamy | |
| I'm gonna solve all of your problems | |
| With a lingering embrace | |
| the center of the universe | |
| Is a very crowded place | |
| In the shadow of the spectre | |
| Under the Sword of Damocles | |
| Well I have but one regret | |
| That I have not killed you yet |