| See You in Hell |
| A little room on 7th street is getting cold And secrets sing like mescaline They don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away You were like a zombie When you told me what you did that day And I drove out to the meadowlands To throw our baby away What time and snow couldn't bury Years of forgotten guilt That little body's calling, rising up From under a Jersey landfill I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell A creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp Your pissing on the pyramids Ain't gonna move things along So pack your scars and your makeup And give your money to the poor Cos you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket Into reality's door The TV's gone and you've been half an hour paid And your punkrock band still sucks anyway I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore No more A little room on 7th street is getting cold And secrets sing like mescaline They don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night girl And now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell |