Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scorpion Hill , by - PUP. Song from the album Morbid Stuff, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 04.04.2019
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Pup, Rise
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scorpion Hill , by - PUP. Song from the album Morbid Stuff, in the genre ПанкScorpion Hill |
| Up on Scorpion Hill, watching life |
| Passing me by in the pale moonlight |
| And I sat there forever, three sheets to the wind |
| It’s not helping my case, the state that I’m in, but |
| It’s not how they told you |
| My intentions were good |
| I was just bursting apart like the end of the ark |
| Holding on to whatever I could |
| A square of light moves its way through the empty room |
| Across the stained yellow carpet |
| Like a ghost of myself in the afternoon |
| Haunting my basement apartment |
| I looked into the mirror hanging behind my door |
| The glass was cracked and the man staring back, he don’t look like me anymore |
| And if the world is gonna burn, everyone should get a turn to light it up |
| Down and out, I’ve been on the rocks |
| I’ve been having some pretty dark thoughts |
| I like them a lot, whoo! |
| Time and time again, well I’ve tried and failed |
| To get my act together |
| And I’ll admit lately things really went off the rails |
| I know that you deserve better |
| Then in the morning, as I was boarding the |
| Commuter train to work |
| The boss was calling, he said, «There's been cutbacks and I’m |
| Sorry you’re the first» |
| And if I can’t support the two of us, how can I support a third? |
| Down and out, I’ve been on the rocks |
| I’ve been having some pretty dark thoughts |
| And I’m on the brink, falling deep into debt |
| Falling deep into drink, I can drown those regrets |
| I don’t have to think… |
| Now I’m working the night shift |
| Asleep at the wheel |
| I was bursting apart like a flame from a spark |
| Thinking, «Jesus, this can’t be for real» |
| My sweat-soaked mattress |
| Corner of the room |
| Cigarettes and matches |
| In the fading afternoon |
| And a picture of my kid, yeah, he’s smiling |
| It’s the first day of school |
| She said, «I found the gun, it was buried beneath |
| Piles of clothes in the room where your son sleeps |
| And I can’t pretend, to know how this will end» |
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