

Prompt / Lyrics
[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.]
Tags
Outlaw Country, male, Tempo: slow, empty. Just voice and a single, mournful guitar.
4:49
No
4/14/2026