in trouble, huh? Black clouds are upon us And it?s doomsday on the other side of town. That boy survived a severed head When most would just give up for dead
I can swear I can feel the beating of a cold cold heart Or there's a chill, 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell There'
Just one touch That's enough And it's like pushing comes to shove I think you like this way too much I think you're way fucked up Four hands fight Two
My eyes go where I say so But not always, and not when you walk by And my feet move where I tell them to But not when they are chasing after you And
Round and round the dial turns Your finger itches but your vanity hurts So you cross your friends off one by one Either they're busy or they are no fun
There are so many signs the end is nigh Our Leader told us so beside We follow him blind, to and fro Wherever he decides to go He speaks, we listen
Here come the swooping hawks Down blocks we've all forgotten Clutching old friends in their talons Down from the sky to the way back Of his mind To
Behind the glass I watched the world From cracks the blinds make when they're drawn I watched the world for years this way And that catches us up to
Hey! Arms of the ocean reach out for you! Rusty pipes Can?t help calling for you too! The brine is finer than wine, But be careful not to drink too much
It's showing in your face You're out night after night Came with a hungry heart Losing my appetite The hours just keep passing by and I start wondering
All these winter days barely go by All the light has gone, I don't know why Now I need a friend to do me right or right on in You need a helping hand
hole is so steep And things are heavier Hear it now, the night is calling us Wave your hands and summon the spirits up Tonight, tonight, tonight we raise the dead
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell there's nothing
Round and round the dial turns Your finger itches but your vanity hurts And so you cross your friends off one by one Either they're busy or they are no
Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten Clutching old friends in their talons Down from the sky to the way back of his mind To pick
All these winter days barely go by All the light has gone I don't know why Now I need a friend to do me right or ride on in You need a helping hand to
Hey, arms of the ocean reach out for you Rusty pipes, can?t help calling for you too The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo, be, doo Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo Guess I got in trouble too, nothing left for me to do I guess I forgot to play it