Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel,
Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal,
I could walk through the door, but the truth gets in the way...
And yours is a bitter price to pay,
A bitter price to pay.

Some are talking on the radio from a satellite dish, beaming to my front lawn every dream and wish,
I put a bullet through my TV at the point blank range...
And yours is a bitter price to pay,
Bitter, bitter.

Now, I know I'm a bad man without a leg to stand on,
Laying down my alibis, laying down my guns
Got blood on my hands and, oh, by the way...
Yours is a bitter price to pay,

I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart,
It was long overdue, but I was coming apart,
You're the life of the party, got nothing to say...
But yours is a bitter price to.... yours is a bitter price to... yours is a bitter price to pay.