Counting backwards I count you in I don't remember him I don't remember In time I rope you in again I try and turn you back through him I built a tower
That last one messed me up Things look bad Things look tragic I keep looking in the mirror Afraid that I won't be there Courting Ellen West, dancing
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Well you gotta see this, Golden thing You golden thing, And when you get there better kiss me Garbage piled up to the ceiling Ashtrays shaped like asses
Certain things I love, Spend my time I guess I'll have to unhook those hooks This woman literally Felt she had a hook in her head Rip it up Live it down
and slide, See my name See my name on the wall I tried to walk on this wall It fell right under my feet, Now I only lean Only lean on the wall I throw
She colourblind tired eyes Her hallway aching She'll never move him - likes it that way He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away It's not
My best friend knows this old guy who Who keeps a picture in his shoe He takes it out after a spell Says - s e e Shouldn't stare that way so long baby
This date This war criminal is This date is brutal, it It wants red, so I got red shoes 'Cause red becomes you This red becomes you Eyes closed You close
I brought this bottle here for you, Can't you drink it ? I brought this body here for you, Don't you want it ? Say goodbye, Kick her legs, kick her down
Two step, Behind the rest, One fingertip too long A hole, A hole in the box they carry, Pours sugar in the road Pours dimes in diamond jim, Two months
Him dancing Him rolling on the ground Him moaning "I can't help myself" You be the cooker I can't see no difference in me You be the driver I can't see
Well, you gotta see this Golden thing You golden thing And when you get there better kiss me Garbage piled up to the ceiling Ashtrays shaped like asses
Instrumental
Counting backwards I count you in I don't remember him, I don't remember Counting backwards I count you in I don't remember him and I don't remember
Him dancing, him dancing Him rolling on the ground Him moaning, "I can?t help myself" You be the cooker, I can?t see no difference in me You be the driver
Certain things I love Spend my time I guess I'll have to unhook those hooks This woman literally Felt she had a hook in her head Rip it up Live
She colorblind tired eyes, her hallway aching She'll never move him, likes it that way He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away It's not
