Postcards From Hell Lyrics - Broadcast To The World - Zebrahead

I didn't see the signs posted on the road 

Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars 

And I lose control your face still looks bored 

One, two, fuck you! 

I won't change for you 

Wrong way 

This time it's going down 

You say I'm immature 

to hang around 

Okay 

Face-plant to the ground 

I won't change for you 

I won't change for you 

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Tonight I wash my hands of you 

You set the bar I could not live up to 

Tonight the light in breaking through 

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell 

This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge 

and you call me a loser falling over the edge 

Like you're cutting all your losses 

Like a bet you can hedge 

One two, fuck you! 

I won't change for you 

A black eye 

and my heart is ripped out of my chest 

Crucified 

For not passing any of your stupid tests 

Good-bye 

Right now I could care less 

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I won't change for you 

I won't change for you 

Tonight I wash my hands of you 

You set the bar I could not live up to 

Tonight the light in breaking through 

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell 

We've come a long way 

Don't look down! 

Your heart is rotten 

Your heart is rotten 

Too bad it was the wrong way 

Won't be long now 

Till we hit the rock 

Bottom 

Tonight I wash my hands of you 

You set the bar I could not live up to 

Tonight the light in breaking through 

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell 

Tonight I wash my hands of you 

You set the bar I could not live up to 

Tonight the light in breaking through 

So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell