DZ Deathrays
Black Rat
Running through the streets to the black hole pubs
I'm a black rat with a crawl space love
My body still hangs over every bar
Trapped inside my last round home
Why leave it too long?
It could never go wrong
Time is best spent
Being
Wasted on
Laughter calling
Homesick
For a haunted home
I've been, I've been here way too long
Fallen through the cracks of the city I love
Looking for someone, a century ago
Hoped that it would be till death do us part
Ended up being dead from the start
(Thanks to Ash for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania