Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scorpion Hill, artist - PUP. Album song Morbid Stuff, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Pup, Rise
Song language: English
Scorpion 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» |