Don’t start with the ugly part
Don’t end with the things that will make them want to walk away
Tune in at the den again, 
Another price ain’t cheap but somebody’s gonna have to pay

Oh yes, you can only guess, what it is, what it was
Or remember what I had in mind
Shotgunning on a joy ride, coming down the block, 
Half-cocked nearly half the time

Give it back, give it back, give it back, sing it 

One time for the words divine and
Two times for the things that you hope you never have to say
Three seams in a dead man’s dream
and the girls tell the boys that they better f*cking run away

Live it up, won’t you give it up,
Turn it up, put it out, let it ride with the other lie
Shotgunning on a joy ride, coming down the block, 
Half-cocked nearly all the time

Give it back, give it back, give it back, sing it