Everybody wants to die, happy that is
Thinking of the way you do what you did
But me, I’m going down swinging
Going down humming the songs that im singing
Granted, yea thats what I took you for
Face down in the gutter outside the Troubadour
Yea, its a disease, a certain sort of unease
Checking out of these digs and fuck a farewell
Minds go tick and minds go boom
Stuck on blue, aint nothing new
Minds go tick and minds go boom
Stuck on blue, aint nothing new
