Saw your picture with the interview   Almost missed it, it was hidden in the corner   Of the page, there were smiles all around it   You held your pen like you were born to   Sign your life away, not quite   But you were prepared to   Kiss the devil on the mouth   And now it scares you      I know your eyes are dry   I know, I know, its been dry      I'm hoping for the coolest showers in June   A bolt from the blue   A transfusion that might keep you from giving up      Who's the real sucker   When they create you and then hate you for surviving   No thanks to all the fair weather motherfuckers   Who thought that they could bury you with writing   Sign your life away, who cares?   And we'll be there to,   Pick you up when you come through   Because we care for you      I know your eyes are dry   I know, I know, its been dry      I'm hoping for the coolest showers in June   A bolt from the blue   A transfusion that might keep you from giving up      Don't give up