Dead

歌詞

in that busted ranch house in the hills with shit backed up into the sinks the basement crypt so dark & thick with smoke from endless cigarettes everyone came to expect a weekend that could last all week you do what you want, you do your best to be the worst that you could be there was a time and a place for anything where no one sleeps and no one leaves to keep out the outside and the inside in we hung carpets over the windows we stoked the fire with broken chairs to keep ourselves from freezing the neighbors never seemed to care even though we gave them all so many reasons it was the time and the place for anything and that's just the kind of space that I'm needing but it's all over now, dead when you shot the bottle out of my hand you got lucky at 20 paces a broken mirror is worth seven years I say and now you're gonna pay the best things happen when you least expect them oh I miss those days