Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel
Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal
I could walk through the door, but the truth gets in the way
And yours is a bitter price to pay

Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish
Beaming to my front lawn every dream and wish
I put a bullet through my TV at point-blank range
And yours is a bitter price to pay

Now, I know I'm a bad man
Got no leg to stand on
Laying down my alibis
Laying down my guns
Got blood on my hands
And oh, by the way, yours is a bitter price to pay

I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart
It was long overdue, but I was coming apart
You're the life of the party
You got nothing to say
But yours is a bitter price to pay