Dead After Dallas Lyrics - Singles - Ten After Two

It's not for the fame 

Not so much a catch and you fall apart 

It's such a sad excuse 

I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done 

Don't ever tell me we're the fucking same 

I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame 

Not so much a catch when you fall apart 

It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse 

I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin 

All these string have become knots 

Let's cut them all 

With only regrets I can hardly see straight 

So wash me white as snow 

With no persuasion and only contradiction 

These lies are all I know 

I need an answer 

I need the truth 

I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard) 

I need an answer 

I need the truth 

I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard) 

All these strings have become knots and 

I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own 

I have had it up to the brink 

So hang, hang, hang until it's done