Placebo'n'Catatonia

wanna have some lunch today

maybe tons of sour plates

wanna love you ‘til it hurts

with each and one of my bones

crap and trash is what I write

maybe that is all I like

I was born inside a box of matches

to get out I had to eat my latches

pain's my game they say [mate]

rock'n'roll makes my day [grate]

gray feelings's all I have inside

placebo'n'catatonia's my ride