Ten After Two - Dead After Dallas Lyrics
It's not for the fameNot so much a catch and you fall apartIt's such a sad excuseI'll hang, hang, hang until it's doneDon't ever tell me we're the *****ing sameI've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fameNot so much a catch when you fall apartIt's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuseI've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skinAll these string have become knotsLet's cut them allWith only regrets I can hardly see straightSo wash me white as snowWith no persuasion and only contradictionThese lies are all I knowI need an answerI need the truthI need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)I need an answerI need the truthI need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)All these strings have become knots andI'm bound to fall if I'm left on my ownI have had it up to the brinkSo hang, hang, hang until it's done