Lyrics Problem - COIN

(I'm too hot)
(Chase!)

Light me like a cigarette and watch me burn away
Unraveled by a single thread, my own worst enemy
Now, I'm in love with anyone, anyone in love with me
I bite the hand that drops the bomb and blame it all on Joey

Smile on my face, slithering like a snake, like
Mom would always say, "You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate, spitting up all my shame, and
Everything is great and then you die

My problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I got a problem with that
I got blue ones, blame it all on you ones, 1992 ones
I guess you get what you get (oh, yeah!)

Wash it down with cinnamon, I'll tell you what I think
Mmm, I took my vitamins, but I still feel obsolete
I sh-should've been famous about an hour-two ago
And I'll die when I get recognized and cry a little when I don't

Smile on my face, slithering like a snake, like
Mom would always say, "You can't trust the TV"
Garbage on my plate, spitting up all my shame, I
Call it how it breaks, my, oh, my

Oh, my problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I got a problem with that
I got blue ones, blame it all on you ones, 1992 ones
I guess you get what you get (oh, yeah!)

Let me sing it loud
Let me break it down
Let me build it up
Then I'll cut it out

Ah! Is this getting easier, or am I just getting older?
Am I just getting sleepier, or I'm just getting sober?
I feel a little sleazier, I do it for the culture
I'm not a cover for a creature
Baby, I'm a vulture

(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)
(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)
(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)
(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)