Dillinger Four

Clown Cars On Cinder Blocks
December drags on It's thirty-one days too long This silence is killing me I fear it when I try to sleep It's been one thing and another Taking all the strength that I can muster Not to pull the plug When did I run out of luck? Watching for the double-cross I always knew I wouldn't escape without a scratch Felt my feet on solid ground Until I saw those fingers Your fingers Were crossed behind your back Drown the pain with cheap champagne And wake me when it's time to go I'm far to faded to celebrate it The clock is moving way too slow One more year like this one I could never make it on my own I smoked my last cigarette I emptied any bottle that dared cross my path Lying in this spinning room Letras de cancionesI contemplate the remnants of my life And curse away the past I'd offer up a sacrifice If I thought it'd do any good this time I recognize the pain I've caused But I can not pay these crimes I'm not sure I expect to be here New Year's Day From Letras Mania