in due time
I'll take the money and the motive that the song we devoted to every single man you killed every time you troated
So it's a funeral, up inside a trash can
A last stand, the cowards way out in the grasslands
Cause everytime i'd die to see what you see in me
Cause I don't see a thing with my eyes closed - being me
I hope you're changing baby into a good girl
I could hurl form all the good times you wasted
