(Frantz/McGee)  Trees on the hills, the sun in the sky  The wind at the back is turning my head  Coins in the pool, the check's in the mail  I'd laugh if I could, but I'm already dead  The Word's on my lips but my joke is too old  I hear a deafening roar from under my bed  I lost that feeling in my room  In that mess, in that mess  You should clean that knife off when  you're through  And wipe that blood off of your dress  Lights in the dark, lights in my mind  The funny thing is I'm enjoying the pain  The fault of the world, the fault of my own  The fault of the one who started this game  Not funny to live, not funny to die  Not funny to have this horrible stain  I lost that feeling in my room  In that mess, in that mess  You should clean that knife off when  you're through  And wipe that blood off of your dress  Never thought I'd love  Never thought I'd die  Never thought because of you I'd ever cry  Never thought I'd live  Never thought I'd try  Never thought I'd see myself  In a graying blue and white sky