[Verse 1]
Saw a three-headed skag chained up by the boiler room
Thought I'd make a friend, you know, dispel some of the gloom
Walked up slow, held out my hand, told a joke about a priest
All three heads just looked at me, then turned back to their feast
[Chorus]
Even the skags down here ignore me
That's a new kind of low
The demons walk right through me
Like I'm part of the floor show
I thought hell would be crowded
With torturers and such
But even the monsters take one look
And decide I'm not worth much
[Verse 2]
Tried to start a bar fight with a guy with horns and hooves
He just sighed and ordered tea and said "I'm not in the mood"
Tried to steal a pitchfork from a sleeping imp on break
It woke up, looked me up and down, and said "for goodness sake"
[Chorus]
Even the skags down here ignore me
That's a new kind of low
The demons walk right through me
Like I'm part of the floor show
I thought hell would be crowded
With torturers and such
But even the monsters take one look
And decide I'm not worth much
[Bridge — spoken, hollow]
You know what's worse than being tortured?
Being ignored.
At least if someone's screaming at you, setting you on fire, pulling out your teeth...
You matter.
Here? I'm furniture.
I'm a damp spot on the ceiling.
I'm the guy at the party nobody remembers inviting — and nobody remembers asking to leave.
[beat]
...I'm the punchline to a joke nobody told.
[Instrumental break — just guitar. A single note held too long. Like a sigh that never ends.]
[Outro — sung, barely there]
Even the skags down here ignore me
I wave at 'em when they pass
They just lift a leg and keep on going
And piss on the glass
I asked the devil why he keeps me
If I ain't worth the time
He said "honestly, I forgot you were here"
[pause]
...hell of a punchline.
[last chord. Silence. Then, so quiet:]
...ha.
[nothing.]
AsheTheHyena
