I am running in circles Blinded by the city lights There's a hand on my gun It seems to be a pretty night I'm locating a target Right eye of a pretty maid It seems to be a pretty night
I am beating my heart It's grinded like a firestone Who's the man at the door? He's begging for a broken bone As I start to divide him Everyone is out to run "I'm sorry sir, your coffe's done" "Your coffe's done"
There's a feeling inside which Makes me think I'll get insane Like a fucking tequila worm It's swimming in my brain I decided to start the day With my own suicide I'll drink it on the other side I'll drink it on the other side