40 grand in the hole
Scraping my dreams out of the
I believe
If you wanted to leave
You would seek relief
You would
Refreshing bills to warm the slots in the till
Infernal wheel
All of the girls out with their hips a sway
But
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will
Head down, in the rain don't you think I want
You say you don't look at me
I say you
Ice cracking, fickle junkie
Your girl calls
Where have you been last
Upon the rails among the weeds
I had a moment of
Put my faith in the price of mud
And my Lord
Here she comes all low to the ground
Just like the
we are lover through and through
though we made it through
Your back curves like a creeping vine
With the answers in
Oh, I will not be undersold
The grip is tight, the
Oh, I have felt Cobain's sarcoma growing on
This will of
Yeah
The dark is dropping like a spot
Of black ink squeezed
The best I ever did with my life
Said just three
Oh I could give a straight up goddamn
I could give