Tekst:
There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror,
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall,
Always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted in phone calls
From strip clubs and bail bonds
Don't give me that look,
I looked harder than most did,
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie-still of a heart I'd like to mention
We're listing what's left: a signed Slayer t-shirt,
A car up on blocks in his mother's back yard
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror,
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall,
Always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted in phone calls
From strip clubs and bail bonds
Don't give me that look,
I looked harder than most did,
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie-still of a heart I'd like to mention
We're listing what's left: a signed Slayer t-shirt,
A car up on blocks in his mother's back yard
