Well This Place Is Old
It Feels Just Like A Beat Up Truck
I Turn The Engine, But The Engine Doesn't Turn
Well It Smells Of Cheap Wine And Cigarettes
This Place Is Always Such A Mess
Sometimes I Think I'd Like To Watch It Burn
I'm So Alone, And I Feel Just Like Somebody Else
Man, I Ain't Changed, But I Know I Ain't The Same
But Somewhere Here In Between The City Walls Of Dyin' Dreams
I Think Her Death It Must Be Killin' Me