| what's it like there outside with the living? from this broken down place where I hide from the living from the living cause I don't care to stay with the living o, the bottle has been to me my closest friend and my worst enemy afraid that I've walked a fine line squandered it all and wasted my time and I don't stand a chance among the living |
all the lovers I've gambled and lost count my mistakes whatever the cost I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce come tomorrow you won't find me here cause I don't care to stay among the living no, I don't think I'll remain |