Theres a mountain of cars
A couple miles of garbage
When the lights go out
Do you think of death?
There are times in life when you want it so
She's always sayin maybe we'll never know
I can't hear it
If you ever see her, lying hurt
Don't just stare
So here we are now, again
I'm getting sick of
I've got some oil and some matches
You know i
It's good to hear your voice
It's good to hear
Here we go again, beat and stuck up and spent
Sadie you want me to be there
Be there in
Lately I'm ashamed to say I'm starving for it
But
I've built up this collection of
Souvenirs from years of
