Daylight mornings creeping in, had the blackest dream    are you souring    and i dreamt that i wiped all the blood from your eyes    woke up thinking i loved you,but i cant say why          so please leave your fucking money at the door    concede, you know you'll be coming back for more    we're all looking for gold here       midnight and you inch along    devils in the backyard now, where it all went wrong    and i drinik myself sick so i won't see you crawl    guess i drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve          so please leave your fucking money at the door    concede you know you'll be coming back for more    we're all lookng for gold here       and I hate that I need you and I don't know why    and I hate that I need you, and I can't say why          so please leave your fucking money at the door    I concede, you know we're all coming back for more    so please, leave the money at the door    we're all looking for gold here    we're all looking for gold here...