Standard (EADGBE)
Out on the wall sounds of banging
is constant coming from your head
And desperate the calls came
and ringing from those
wanna wring your neck
your neck
Open your mouth sounds of breathing
found it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the humble
of traffic stepping on your name
Count on us all
fallin' on our own swords
tonight
And chilling walk home down the portions
roads there leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can will swallow
the kitchen plugging up your space
Count on us all
steppin' on our own toes
tonight
Count on us all
steppin' on our own toes
Count on us all
fallin' on own swords
tonight