We'll live and die in these towns
You spend your time in smokey rooms where haggled old women with cheap perfume say it never happens to people like us you know. Well, nothing ever happened on it's own. And well, the toilet smells of desperation, the streets all echo of aggregation. You wonder why you can't get no sleep. When you've got nothing to do, and you've had nothing to eat . Your life is slipping and sliding right out of view and there's absolutely nothing that you can do, well. Don't let it drag you down now. Dirty dishes from a tv meal that went cold from the wind through a smashed up window. You can't go out if anybody calls you, because you can't have a bath when there's no hot water. And your friends are out on the town again and you ask yourself if it'll ever end. And it's all too much for your head to take, it's just a matter of time before you break, well...Labels: The enemy.