this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs
The list of dead goes on and on and on
The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,
up broken hearts I'm giving up on moving on
What used to fill these streets with life,
has thrown a brick right through our lives now
Don't hold back So forget about the bricks,
we wear around our necks,
And forget about every second up to this
Here's to the walking casualties of heavy handed,
subelty So raise a drink, we'll break the windows
and the chairs, and finally start a fire burning,
at both ends I might be everything to you need
and you might be the same for me
We got out fast, burning at both ends