歌词
Two t-shirts and a light jacket
Outside the family funeral home
Shuffle on the stick and bindle mix
The doors of The City Pride swing closed
My head feels like a little house of horrors
Oh my God, it's happening again
I hear you knocking to the sound of the singers
Clenched fist clenched around them
The little hum as you do the washing up
When you're out of whack where can you go?
I've tried pubs and emotional super subs
Maybe bed is the best place, ya know?
Dullen the senses, enliven the spirit
Eternally perturbed by the shiteness of being
I try to look at things pragmatically
And it seems it might be for the best
But then I look at them emotionally
And it rips the heart from my chest