Wolfsbane

He ironed his shirt and pressed his pants
And with a dull empty sadness hanging over his heart
He shined his shoes.
Its better than working for a living, the waitress said.
But all the time inside, Johnnys heart was breaking
open wide.
Playing in that half empty Twilight Room on a Saturday
Johnny tried to dream his life away
Hoping that he would wake up in the beam of a super trooper
Wishing that he was much cooler.
All he heard his head say was
"Life aint like that".
In the sorrow of his dressing room he sat
So he drains the bottle
Loads the gun
Writes the note
No-one will come
Pulls the trigger
Breaks the glass
The man in the mirror
is dead at last.
The note said "Stick your club right up your ass,
This gig stinks, youre second class,
Im going to save my pride, keep my head,
If people ask, that singers dead."
So when every hour seems like a day
And nothing seems to go your way.
Dont let those bastards drag you down
Youve got to hold on to what youve got
Dont swan dive off a bottle top
All you got to do is blow that town.
[ Dead At Last Lyrics ]