Here's to the closing door
Here's to just one more
Here's to all the damned
Here's to the bloodshed
Cant leave it alone, wont let me forget
Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch
Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish
Shrouded in burlap left for dead in the ditch
So callous so cold, colors expose
The death of love as we know it
The death or trust in us let go
Chorus:
It's getting closer all the time.
I'm slipping farther all the time.
I'm getting stronger all the time. I'm feeling so weak inside.
I'm feeling better all the time. I'm slipping farther all the time.
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind.
Tied to the tracks and cursing the name.
Whiteout the thought, stare blank in the rain.
Lethal and used, cast out and worthless.
Befriending the foes, deception commence.
So callous so cold, colors exposed.
The death of life as we know it.
The death of mirth in us let go
Chorus
Little pigs little pigs let me come in, not by the hair on your
chinny chin chin chin
Then I'll beat and I'll pound and I'll bash your fuckin brains in
Heres to the splintered door, heres to you no more
Chorus 2x
Artist: Allen Toussaint
Artist: Billy Dean
Artist: John Waite
Artist: Art Farmer