My dreams ink printed on white paper No one wants to hear, read, sing.
Beside these buried coffins, I'm alone Alone like all of them And I'm running, and I'm keeping a secret they all (want to know) Beside tthese buried coffins, I'm alone Alone like all of them And I'm running, somewhere...
I'm leaving this hell I'm leaving this hell I can't be stuck here any longer Someone better pull me out
I think I (Thank God) Committed a crime (Thank God) For a day or two And I think I committed a crime I think I (Thank God) Committed a crime (Thank God) For a day or two And I think I committed a crime
Beside these buried coffins, I'm alone Alone like all of them And I'm running, and I'm keeping a secret they all (want to know) Beside tthese buried coffins, I'm alone Alone like all of them And I'm running, somewhere...