I wish I was a whirling dervish
Shooting stars and cold white walls
Well, I want you to remember, jail’s a hefty collect call
And all my friends are alcoholics
Yeah that’s right, and I’m one too
So I sold the tumblin’ dice, and all our babies, they’re so blue
But I’m gonna send you postcards
Post-apocalyptic love
Wrap your arms around my trigger
All my ammo’s been shot off
That’s the last, last time you’ll see me flailing arms and shaking trees
That’s the last, last time I promised you I’d rid myself of thee
Ah, there’s no comfort in black hell
Well, I’m running like a rooster
Got my head between my knees
Seems my cock has got cut off
The many men, they’re chasing me
Read a book, or burn the bible
Tell your father he’s your slave
Watch your best friend laid to rest, and toss a flower on his grave
Kiss my girlfriend in the morning, and again at half past noon
I’m so insecure, it’s frightening
But I promise you, that’s through
I’m the rat, and you’re the cheese
There’s no trap that set me free
‘Cause I’ve always gotta have ya, but you don’t always need me
Ah, there’s no comfort in black hell
Ah, there’s no comfort
No, not in black hell
Ah, there’s no comfort
No, not in black hell
Ah, there’s no nothing that you’ll want
There’s no nothing that you’ll see
There’s no nothing, except you’re sorry, and the mental misery
Ah, there’s no comfort in black hell
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