No rest for the wicked, don't ask me why,
Dropped it again butter fingers
A broken heart leaves such a mess behind
And how many days
Must you leave those bandages that bind
Before you go out and play
And go through the whole damn thing again
Shooting fish in a barrel that's easy, climb in and and pick them off
Shooting fish in a barrel will kill
Only those who let themselves be caught
No pain for the punished, don't start to cry
Nailed to the cross by a finger
Serves you right for getting lost
And how many times must you cut yourself with someone else's hurt
Just so you can go home and write
The same old song all over again
Shooting fish in a barrel that's easy, climb in and and pick them off
Shooting fish in a barrel will kill
Only those who let themselves be caught