Chris Shiflett and The Dead Peasants

God Damn
God damn the reasonsThat we've been givenI'm not believing againGod damn the reasonsThat we've been givenI'm not believing againI took the same drugs as youSo let's ride it throughThere is no relief inTrueI don't need youGod damn it feels goodTo be in love againI wake up with you next to meDon't know how, babyCollect the wounded and retreatYou took the same drugs as meSo let's wait and seeThere is no relief for meTrueI don't need youGod damn it feels goodTo be in love againLetras de canciones    Made a wreck of meOne hundred miles an hourStraight into concreteWe hit the darkest hourI trace the scars, the crashing carsI watch the stars retreat from view From Letras Mania