Standard (EADGBE)

Out on the wall sounds of banging

is constant coming from your head

And desperate the calls came

and ringing from those

wanna wring your neck

your neck

Open your mouth sounds of breathing

found it spilling from your face

Best to be dim to the humble

of traffic stepping on your name

Count on us all

fallin' on our own swords

tonight

And chilling walk home down the portions

roads there leading straight to your place

And look like the tin can will swallow

the kitchen plugging up your space

Count on us all

steppin' on our own toes

tonight

Count on us all

steppin' on our own toes

Count on us all

fallin' on own swords

tonight