Quarter slot, the pictures hot   You can be so damn ugly   Flickering is sickening the show   Sexual intellectual   Feel so raw, makes me crazy   Pocket full of quarters left to go      I said I'm fine, work the line   Punch the clock, it never meant that much   Wake up, wake up, it's here again   Whiskey shot, drink it up   One more bottle just wash the cut away   Into everything      My wife's alone, the kids at home   She can be so damn ugly   Her face is blurred without a word to say   I spray the dream with gasoline   Just one match be so easy   Splatterings of you along the way      I said I'm find, work the line   Punch the clock, it never meant that much   Wake up, wake up, it's here again   On a whim stole the the car   Heard a shot ring out, it seemed so far away   Into everything      Quarter slot, the pictures hot   You can be so damn ugly   Flickering is sickening the show   Sexual Intellectual   Feel so raw, makes me crazy   Pocket full of quarters left to go