Blue smear on your tie,
Spilling from your pen,
If you don’t utilize,
Pocket protecting,
Oh, choices gone awry.

Knight in mail, suffer ‘n die,
For a pawn, my win,
Chess club, my whim is free,
I will take your king,
Oh, choices gone awry.

Must do some listening, CD,
I try to bake with a dash of Chablis,
Small piece of brie.

Bold fan, glassy eyed,
Sell me smut you sling,
So my choice be quaint,
I’m a twisted teen,
With choices gone awry.

Chillin’ with some tripping dope,
Quelling urge to grin,
Blinds are neatly drawn,
Spells about to spring,
Of choices gone awry.

Must stop the softening in me,
I cry and shake and I’m down as can be,
Crawling, I flee.

Treebeard, shy ally,
Frodo’s got the ring,
If Ents could start a spree,
They’d bruise Saruman.
Oh, choices gone awry.

Choices gone awry,
Choices gone awry,
Choices gone awry.