[intro] [One-Bar Jagged Fuzz] [Close-Mic Whisper] One night a month, I finally feel like me. [instrumental break] [Mic-Clipping Shout] HEY! [Immediate Fast 4/4, jagged fast fuzzy guitar] [Verse 1] Doctor says, “Son, we can manage the change.” Little white pills keep the animal caged. Mama brought soup. Daddy brought shame. Said, “We raised you better than howlin’ your name.” Preacher brought Jesus with a gun at his waist, Said, “Let the good Lord put a man in your place.” I said, “Father, no offense to the Lord above, But I kinda like the teeth—and I’m learning to love—” [Pre-Chorus — Drums Keep Driving] The hair! The claws! The midnight run! Thirty days behaved For one night of fun. [Shouted Chorus] I don’t want the cure! I don’t wanna get well! Keep your silver bullet— I’m doing pretty swell! You call it a curse. I call it my turn. Twenty-nine days human— One night I BURN! [Two-Bar Guitar Turnaround] [Verse 2] Monday through Friday, I button my throat, Punch little numbers, wear somebody’s coat. “Nod when they’re talking.” “Smile when they lie.” “Keep your voice down.” “Look people in the eye.” Then the moon rolls up like a big white sign, And this ugly little life is finally mine. No tie. No rent. No “How’ve you been?” Four good legs and a mouth full of sin. [Pre-Chorus — Drums Keep Driving] No clock! No boss! No family plan! Funny how the monster Feels more like the man. [Shouted Chorus] I don’t want the cure! I don’t wanna get well! Keep your silver bullet— I’m doing pretty swell! You call it a curse. I call it my turn. Twenty-nine days human— One night I BURN! [Break — Overdriven Close-Mic Vocal] I DON’T WANT THE CURE! YOU HEAR ME? [Short Drum Fill] [Bridge — Same Fast Tempo] They held an intervention At a quarter past three. Doctor. Priest. Mama. Everybody but me. “Think of your future!” “Think of your soul!” [Band Cut — Dry Spoken Vocal] I’m thinking of your silver gun going straight up your asshole. [One-Beat Silence] [Mic-Clipping Scream] HOW ABOUT THAT? [Short Guitar Break — Fuzz, Feedback, Rockabilly Snap] A-WOOOO! YEAH! SHAKE IT! A-WOOOO! [Final Chorus — Maximum Energy] I DON’T WANT THE CURE! I don’t wanna get well! Keep your silver bullet— Keep your holy hell! You call it a sickness. You call it concern— Twenty-nine days dying, ONE NIGHT I RETURN! [Shouted Outro — Distorted Lead, Male Gang Response, No Fade] I DON’T WANT THE CURE! (I DON’T WANNA!) I DON’T WANT THE CURE! (NO! NO! NO!) I DON’T WANT THE CURE! (I DON’T WANNA!) I DON’T WANNA! (A-WOOOO!) I DON’T WANT THE CURE! [Abrupt Final Hit] [End]
