CHORUS:
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you
Don't need no drink, don't need no drug
Don't need no sympathy
Sooner or later send me a bill
For what she's doing to me
Operator, long distance lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow, come to grips
With me all alone
CHORUS