Down the aisle my bride in black. You were water and I was the tide at the bar. I got in another fight I kissed the ground goodnight. . We stole plenty, we spent every penny.
There's not enough, there's not enough. There's not enough crash every night in a different place. Daylight's doin' time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the state lines.
On Saturday night. When I was born. Down on the farm. Guitar plinkin'. And we started drinkin'. Till the break of dawn. . About twelve o'clock. Everything get hot.
Quiet knocks on the front door. Delivery eat the liver. Pizzas for the stocking killer. Feed it to the head in the freezer. . Ravaging inside the trash.
Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick. Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins. I need a fix, I need a front. I need a new approach, a new approach.