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Well, this the best way to talk about the town i live in..Where um,everybody is dying
from addiction and this song is called the death of a so called town,I see the fog
rolling down these one way roads,and people walking round in yesterday's clothes..Hiding
bags on their eyes for the world to see,leaving tracks in their arm full of guilt and disease,Breaking
locks and chains,and stealing things from the people they love even their family,no
remorse to be giving,they only thinking bout sticking that needle and relieving that feeling
of,Emptiness,so close to death,once again one shot away russian roulette,is the game
you play each and everyday,till we read you're name front page obituaries,And now the tears
are falling down ant the feelings are low,as were thinking bout that person that we used
to know.Popping pills to disguise that heavy feeling inside, blowing coke up yo nose so
you can numb you're mind,Pray to God and ask him why he died before his time,LORD IT SHOULD'VE
BEEN ME LORD,IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME,can't stop thinking keep on drinking till it puts you
to sleep,and you're wishing you're not waking to that same old feeling of,Emptiness,so
close to death,once again one shot away russian roulette,is the game you play each and everyday,till
we read you're name front page obituaries,And as a kid i'm thinking,where's my mom and dad,the
ones i never had,you're gravestones keep on sinking so ill just start reliving the lives
you never had,I'll live in emptiness,so close to death,once again one shot away russian
roulette,is the game I play each and everyday,till you read my name front page obituary.And
my parents name is late....