My trembling hands grew still As I heard him bolt and lock the door I heard the sickness in his heels As he made his way across the concrete floor I knew that he'd been drinkin' And I knew that he was coming back for more But you can't put up a fight If you don't know what the hell you're fightin' for
See I'd have walked at the thought that I could crawl But all I'd found was a cold revolving door I'd been taught this way of life Seen it all so many nights before I can still hear him screaming Through whiskey and a cold and ceaseless night Girl you won't be gone forever You'll just be a little harder to find
Those of you that know The kind of hell that I've clawed my way through Consider this fair warning You'll die if you don't learn to fight for you
And I know that it's been written Forgive them; for they know not what they do But it's a shame to be the victim Since the temple veil's been torn clean in two It's a shame to be the victim Since the temple veil's been torn clean in twoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
