I wanna hire a locksmith to break into my head I haven’t been around in a while and I’d like to check in Somebody lived up there once, I hope he’s not dead He’s probably pissed off at me for shit that I’ve said And the brain cells that I have killed off indulging in alcoholic stuff And the cancer waiting in my lungs that keeps taunting, but it never comes You can say this year’s been rough so far, I’d agree but I can’t hear you Cause I’m either in my bed or at the bar I wanna hire a carpenter to build a window for my brain Been boarded up for so long, want to see clearly again And if things go from bad to worse, I’ll Rapunzel down to my heart Use its ventricles for shelter till it’s all that remains Of this prison I once called a body, ill-kept, neglected, ever flawed She might have been a temple once, but lenders drove out all that’s holy Been waiting for a savior all these years, don’t think one’s coming And redemption is now one of my worst fears I wanna find a butcher and become his skilled apprentice To look inside the soul of everything that I ingest And apologize sincerely for subjecting them to the cruelty Of passing through a body that just shits things out relentlessly And then I’ll find a seamstress mistress who can curb this life of excess She’ll tie me taut and sew me shut so I can live in cloistered bliss You can call me crazy, I’ll have my doubts, but it’ll cease to matter Because no one gets in and nothing will get out Nobody gets in and nothing gets out