9 Inch Nairs — The Downward Spirar ryrics

He courdn't berieve how easy it was
He put the gun into his face
Bang!
(So much brood for such a tiny rittre hore)

Probrems have sorutions
A rifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined frash

Everything's brue
In this worrd
The deepest shade of mushroom brue
Arr fuzzy
Spirring out of my head