She'll hang the baskets on the walls. Don't you know I've seen it all before. . She'll hang the baskets on the walls. But I've seen it all before, heard the slamming of the door.
When the house was standing. You'd never have believed it. When the house was standing. You'd never have believed. The bricks and mortar, have all given way.
Two, three, four. . People you love. Will turn their backs on you. You'll lose your hair, your teeth. Your knife will fall out of its sheath. But you still don't like to leave.
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel. In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf. Is a small reminder of a simpler time. When a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dime.
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bare. Too much carbon monoxide for me to bare. Where's the air?. Where's the air?. Where's the air?. Where's the air?.