Lyrics
Flowers are dead, coke bottle red
Blood is spilling halfway down your green glass head
I feel sick, dirty dirty trick
Shiny little bullet all you wanted was a lick
Men come check, fingers to your neck
Sirens in the sea, and the street, at the wreck
Neighbours all show, none that I know
Offering their big teeth, bold lies, hope
Fishbowl face, mouth so strange
I’ve never seen a person act in such odd ways
Limbs gone limp, eyes still twitch
Shiny little bullet all you wanted was a lick
Nurse in black, hair tied back
Premature funeral, name on a plaque
Breath is dim, living is slim
Chapel bells ring when the reaper turns grim
You look good in your cotton gown
They’re trying really hard to get the lead all out
The sun still moves; I think it should stop
There’s gotta be a way around nature’s cruel law
Change God’s mind, religious all night
Too many pages, and we don’t have time
Prayers and thoughts, prayers and thoughts
They only say that if they think hope’s lost
Russian roulette, make a good bet
Wasn’t very smart to give a life for a death
What do I know, that everyone goes
Bones decay to dirt and the river still flows
Wish a goodbye, ask what it’s like
If I wasn’t only eight when you ran out’ve your time
I am inclined, that after I die
To think that there is nothing that I will not find
Pick your fins, the souls of men
That’s down in the suburbs where we all pretend
Hell is no more, no encore
Just a bunch of happy and celestial shores
Prayers and thoughts, prayers and thoughts
They only say that if they think hope’s lost
Written by: Anna Bates
