Every night, when I scream
I hear it; feel it.
That is how that song pissed me off.

Quickly annoying,
resented in my mind.
And still the DJ's play on.

Near, far, wherever you are,
you still can't get away from that song.
Once more, bang my head on the floor.
It's the knife in my heart, and
that song will play on and on.

It won't play just one time.
It lasts for a lifetime.
It will not stop 'til we're all gone.

Love songs are good sometimes.
But my skin crawls when she whines.
But it's good that we killed Leo.

Near, far, it plays in my car.
That song just will not sink from the charts.
Again, like a bullet in my head.
It still blairs in my head, and
that song will play on and on.

When it's here, the pain is so clear.
I just want to kill Celine Dion.
What a drain. I'm goin' insane.
And then it restarts, and
that song will play on and on.