Novocaine for the Soul (Live From Hell)

Little bird
With your beak pressed against the window
There are no seeds for you today...

Life is hard
And so am I
You'd better give me something
So I don't die

Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

Life is white
And I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back

Oh my darling
Will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

Guess who's living here
with the great undead
This paint by numbers life
is fucking with my head, once again

Life is good
And I feel great
Cuz mother says I was
A great mistake

Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something
to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out