Standing at the gates of hell
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Circling the drain
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Lately I just hate myself
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But damn I love the pain
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Everything is buried now
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And I don’t know where to go
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And when the static fades to black, yeah
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I’ll be singing all alone
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Is it living or dying that makes me afraid?
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Or is it that I know my soul can’t be saved?
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There’s trouble in my daydreams
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It’s all I’ve ever known
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The day that I was born, trouble won’t leave me alone
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It’s flowing in my bloodstream
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And running through my veins
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And when I lose my mind, it’s the trouble that remains
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Baby, I’m a powder keg, waiting to explode
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Messy, I’m a lunatic, passed out in the road
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Yeah, I’m a ten cent man in a hundred dollar suit
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Baby you should look the other way
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Forget my name, 'cause I’m no good for you
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Is it living or dying that makes me afraid?
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Or is it that I know my soul can’t be saved?
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There’s trouble in my daydreams
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It’s all I’ve ever known
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The day that I was born, trouble won’t leave me alone
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It’s flowing in my bloodstream
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And running through my veins
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And when I lose my mind, it’s the trouble that remains
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There’s no silver or gold in my kingdom, I’ve done it
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All of that treasure and suffering and hurt
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Shit went down my heart, blood is still spilling
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I can’t be your hero, so I’ll play the villain (rah!)
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There’s trouble in my daydreams
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It’s all I’ve ever known
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The day that I was born, trouble won’t leave me alone
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It’s flowing in my bloodstream
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And running through my veins
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And when I lose my mind, it’s the trouble that remains |