It's pretty hard when you're living
Underneath a charcoal bridge,
It's pretty sad when at the end of the road
You begin your race,
It's pretty hard when you live in the rain
And the sun shines bright.
It's pretty sad when you're living
Underneath a burnt down bridge.
I read the paper yesterday,
What it said was no fucking surprise,
This house is made, is made out of splinters,
There's a splinter in my head.
Underneath a burnt down bridge...
It's pretty sad when you're living
Underneath a charcoal bridge,
So fine when you're drinking wine.
It's a reflection of another wasted night,
In another place, in another hour,
A willingness to try
For you.
I've got nothing.
I read the paper yesterday,
What it said was no fucking surprise,
Fuck you! Fuck you and your embassy,
You're everything... everything.
Another hour in the wrong direction,
It's an erection for you.
I read the paper yesterday,
What it said was no fucking surprise,
Fuck you! Fuck you and your embassy,
You're everything... everything.
