I'd like to peel the skin off

This winter day

I'd like to burn the hair off

This summer fling.

What love can do when love's lost

Grow overweight

And smile as if

There's nothing left to say

Wear the cone of shame.

Town is quiet now

Like it's holding its breath

Stone marks the spot

You know who you are

They outlined it in chalk

Word to the wise

And the barman calls die.

I'd like to peel your skin off

So I can see what you really think

Or if there is anything

Under that cone of shame.

I'd like to strip the bone off

So I can see how you're really made

And see how you really take

Your special pleasure.

I'd like to pull your wings off

Read your lines like a gypsy

Just as lonely as anything

So infinite.

Cone of shame covering all

You're only happy when you're pissing me off

Cone of shame covering all

I'm only happy when I'm pissing you off.