Our little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets ain't like mescaline, they don't get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away
You were like a zombie when you told me what you did that day
And I drove out to the Meadowlands, to throw our baby away
Time and snow couldn't bury, years of forgotten guilt
Now little Boby's calling,
Risin' up from under a Jersey landfill
I just woke up the other night, now I know what to do
I guess 'Ill see you in hell
The creature's waiting for a battle in an ancient swamp
You pissing on the pyramid
Aint gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your make-up
And give your money to the poor
'Cause you'll been riding a twenty gauge ticket in through reality's door
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night, girl
And now I know what to do
I guess I'll see you in hell
Our t.v.'s gone and you've been huffing our pay
And your punkrock band still sucks anyway
I was talking to Jezus through a hole in the floor
He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore, no more,
No more
Our little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets ain't like mescaline, they don't get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night, girl
And now I know what to do
I guess I'll see you in hell
Writer(s): David Wyndorf
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