Waiting for the last time for my friend to change my mind Waiting for the last drop seems like a long, long time Maybe I should go back home I sit and wait right by the phone Praying off the porcelain throne On my dirty sticky floor
Ask me what I want Easy, that's just more How long will I wait for you? Twice as long as I did before Standing in the freezing snow Maybe you left I just don't know I'll soon be lying on my own On some dirty sticky floor
I hope no one can see me The tinman says I'm doing fine That line ain't going to get me See that gun right there - it's mine
I painted the face where I burnt the floor Now the face become my devil's door Laying in the back-room On my dirty sticky floor