Testo Reactionary

Hey I worryI'm feeling kind of soreI'm lying on the floorI can't do nothing moreYou got itYou're hoarding Pepto-BismolYou leave me dark and dismalLife's just so abysmalMy ulcerThere's not that kind of timeI'm just not feeling fineI think I'll sit and whineI never saidHey Hey Ulcer GirlBurned a hole right through my worldLeft me at the barYou drove away now you've gone so farAnd my guts inside a jarAnd it left a scar