you won't tell anyone you're lousy with secret
  spoke my eye out I'll lost me left side you can
  flip me over like a record or a turtle which ever
  you prefer one way I'll keep spinning the other
  I'll die in the sun her sad crush to an ugly boy
  like me when you run I just walk fast you can be
  the big shot just don't shoot yourself let me put
  this away and I'll come complain with you I
  remember them standing in the circle.