Piss and Vinegar

Well I’m piss and vinegar again.
And I hiss and I rattle and shed.
And I encircle you like a piranha school,
As you slowly fight your way to shore.
Well I’m piss and vinegar again,
And I needed this like a new hole in the head.
I’m hiding out in the drink,
I float in waiting to sink
My great white teeth into your sweet bones.
With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side,
I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide.
I’ve got a burning sensation like clockwork orange herbicide.
Feels like it’s raining all the time.
Well I’m piss and vinegar again.
'Cause I feel like I lost my best friend.
And at the end of the day,
Once it’s all down the drain,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side.
I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide.
I’ve got a burning sensation like clockwork orange herbicide.
Feels like it’s raining all the time.
Now this supernatural disaster,
Found me quickly but left even faster.
Now I’m sick with the sight of the plaster.
This old familiar ceiling is bleeding me dry.
With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side,
I’ve got no where to run, no place left to hide.
I’ve got a burning temptation like clockwork orange herbacide.
Feels like it’s raining all the time.