Every Man Has A Molly

Here I am, laid bare, at the end of my rope
I've lost all hope, so long
Molly Connolly just broke up with me
Over the revealing nature of the songs

You goddamn kids had best be gracious with
The merch money you spend
Because for you I won't ever have rough sex
With Molly Connolly again

Here I am, laid down, at the end of my rope
Wishing I had not been born
Now I've spewed too much, I can never shut it up
I thought you should be warned

And I implied black sky, took the needle to my eye
And sucked out all its glow
But Molly Connolly ruined my life
I thought the world should know

Can't stop thinking 'bout what she did wrong to me
Just can't figure out what I did wrong
Kill myself thinking 'bout the things that you did to me
Molly Connolly

Can't stop thinking 'bout what she did wrong to me
Just can't figure out what I did wrong
Kill myself thinking 'bout the things that you did to me
I'll kill myself! I'll kill myself! I'll kill myself!