i hope i get murdered at one of my shows lyrics

[Intro]
(You are so goddamn pathetic)
I'm such a sick and hateful f*ck
You would have thought that I made it up
Somehow I still always get caught on all the small things
Where do you get money for beer if you don't have a job?

[Verse]
I'm such a sick and hateful f*ck
You would have thought that I made it up
Somehow I still always get caught on all the small things
Said I might be there when she slept
She awoke, never to sleep again
Can't trade a penny for a friend
And you've only got one