I took a drag of a cigarette While I was waiting for the world to end Taking the piss with this, I've just been thinking There's some things I could've done different
You would've and you should've but you can't come up The demon you've been feeding's got his foot on your throat The words won't kill it if you keep them in So I pick up the pen; hey, that's the brakes
You go to mice from men Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West I was not present when the music died
I did a little of this and that I did a whole lot of no damn good; that's a fact But I never sold my soul for this, never will Still, I consider myself a lucky one
Everybody wants a good train wreck It entertains them The days get hot, the storms get wild The lightning gives it hell; well that's the brakes
You go to mice from men Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West I was not present when the music died
You're not too old You've got a place here You're not vulnerable; give it a try
The ones who leave you when you're wounded Will be the first in line to say they always knew that you could do it I got love for the place I live, love for the places I've been I bring the wrath in the right directions
I do what I want Number one Number one
Come on, sing the words back to me We're here for the beat and your company It's so easy to write about sex and blood And all that shit I got no love for
It's turning out just like I thought it would Turning lemons into lemonade so it's all good You know I've always had love for this, always saw the bright side Don't that sound nice? Yeah, that's the brakes
You go to mice from men Crawling in the gutter when the snakes get in I was standing on the corner at Route 6A West Trying to make sense of this ugly mess
I was not present when the music died Not present when the music died