They've gone and left me for her other way.
Each every time I think the wheel around,
I've got a reason for heading home
It's not serene,
It don't make sense to me.
I've got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed
Seems to tingle as the razor ball it cover and claw
I see it shine.
I see it stare.
In my hand.
Take the master morgue and make her have him sitting offside
Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it on rye.
Pass us some normal meat
Keep us insane.
Bores who take away
The habits survive
But old of his hand
Guised in moment he
You should've known you could have rested on me.
Each every time I kept the real alive
You took me for the drive to feel the feat
And it's hard.
Writer(s): Dale Crover, Roger Osbourne, Mark Deutrom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com