Sing to me a lonely song
Something to make me think
Sing to me a sad, sad song
As I have another drink....
I ponder the reason we try
As I listen to Blood, Milk and Sky
Razors and the bullet, Why?
Wasted in the candle light
I
Can't
Come
Clean
In the filth of my life!
One
Can't
Have
Dreams
With a mind full of strife!
I didn't want it this way!
I tried so hard to get to heaven!
I have to get this figured out
When the day is done,
This is Thirty-seven...
Keep singing the song you know
I'm almost done here, anyway.
Everything everywhere seems the same
Rubber grips the asphalt on my way
I have nothing to keep me grounded
As I watch the broken flitter away
Another beer and I ask where my coldness was founded
But the animals still have nothing to say...
I didn't want it this way!
I tried so hard to get to heaven!
I have to get this figured out
When the day is done,
This is Thirty-seven...
Can I get back to
Where I've never been?
When the answer is no
How do I go home, then?
So, sing me the lonely song
A siren's call to follow
Just the light of a long dead star
So I don't feel so damn hollow...
I
Can't
Come
Clean
In the filth of my life!
One
Can't
Have
Dreams
With a mind full of strife!
I didn't want it this way!
I tried so hard to get to heaven!
I have to get this figured out
When the day is done,
This is Thirty-seven...