Now just how shall I kill that bastard?
In Spring of 2009, on a night pouring with rain,
That thought alone is all I can think about.

I don’t care a whit about committing the ‘perfect crime’
I just dream of swinging down a metal bat.
Pure malice is the truth of my dreams on this Spring night.

Aah, somehow everything’s just a pain.
What the hell does he think he understands anyway?
So much stupid crap is pulling at my nerves and so
At 3AM I’m strumming my guitar.

It’s worthless to spew up the words that I’ve swallowed down.
In the Spring of 2009, on a night pouring with rain,
A cat somewhere meowed on and on.

I don’t care a whit about riches or fame
I just dream of sharing hearts with someone.
And when I start wanting to scream, that’s what I remember.

Aah, somehow everything’s just a pain.
What the hell do you think you understand anyway?
So much stupid crap is pulling at my nerves and so
At 3AM I’m strumming my guitar.

Somehow everything’s just a pain.
Somehow everything’s just a pain.

Somehow everything’s just a pain.
Somehow everything’s just a pain.
Somehow everything’s just a pain.
Somehow everything’s just a pain.

Now just how shall I kill that bastard?
In Spring of 2009, on a night pouring with rain,
That thought alone is all I can think about.