Point A To Point Blank

So many songs about heart done wrong
About lost love's bitterness
Jilted Joes wrote your sing-a-longs
Well I dare you to hum to this
"There are more fish in the sea"
Is the only truth for me
Then my feet get wet, my legs get weak
I start to sink
And then I start to think…

I'm goig down down down
It's burning in my head
I'm going down down down
Like a hunk of lead
But it go on on on
Better dread than dead
I'm going down down down
From point A to point blank

All you gearhead funnyboys
Switched Spock for Pebbles comps
You got all the groove and move
Of a full-up parking lot
I never worked on a car
But I sure know how to screw
You can keep playing dress up white trash
I'll stick to being nude
Urbane and lewd

What I want to say
I know won't fit in a song
It's hate and sadness
And a faith so long gone
Keeps me from sleeping nights
Or caring about the days
Then again it's short as the spot
At the end of this empty phrase

All the Betty Page pin-ups
All the silly love songs
All the cute Satan tattoos
Only hold up for so long
The only thing that lasts for me
Dies every day
Maybe you can make a point
But at the end you're at point blank