What do you got?
Aches produced in someone's heart
Y'all have to go in the underground
To get things done here
And anyone, you know you got it up
So if it's done
This is a place to comfort
I know our hearts stomp
'Cause you know I'm the guillotine
I know you have nobody left to rely on,
I'll hold you in my arms and let you dream
It's got to be that time again
And you, you, you will be over soon again
So get yourself up, get ask split shot on your way
It's nothing to be ashamed of
Taking off again, the 5 14 to East GreendayÂ
You've set me off, cursing on our greatest lie
And talking types won't let us down, again
Talk on your ass all night
Do you wanna need it?
Step inside the ???
Cracks inside the time outside
That I may not walk along
I know
And if you have nobody left to rely on,
I'll hold you in my arms and let you dream
Going down to Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street