There's a girl on a ledge, she's got nowhere to
The sirens scream wanton attention
Time to take heed and change
It's out of my hands, making all hands meet
Stumble as
Have a drink they're buying
Bottom of, bottle of denial
Big guy,...
All in all, it's no one's fault
Excuses turn to carbon
I've used hammers made out of wood
I have played
Don't feel like home
Ease a little out
And all
Oh, he deals 'em off, off the top, ties 'em
Behind her eyes there's curtains
and they are closed to
All my rivals will see what I have in store
My
Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash and pour himself
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a
Theres a light, when my babys in my arms.
Theres a
