There's a very big hole in your memory You were living on borrowed time If there ever was any kind of doubt in your head I said you lost it when you lost your mind Pass the Shotgun, please Could you pass the Shotgun, please (I'm gonna take a long fucking walk) There's a problem with your sense of humour I can't find where it used to be Oh that's a funny way of losing a tumor Know a doctor called lobotomy Pass the Shotgun, please Pass the Shotgun, please There's a very big hole in your memory You were renting out space in your soul Said that you've made a forced eviction Said you lost out when you lost control