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Saturday night, and it starts with a fight,
A fifth of gin and a bag of ice,
I know she is angry; she has every right,
You
fucking
motherfucker a thousand times,
Did
you
fuck
her
in
this
room?
But I'm out of words; I am empty,
I reach for her hand but it's no good,
This is awful. It's sickening
I lie on the mattress staring at the ceiling,
I can't stand to think that this is our last feeling
So hopeless, so hopeless,
So hopeless, so hopeless
We raged a drunk all last night,
We slept away all the daylight,
I have no use for the sun anymore,
It only reminds me that I'm still alive,
Do you know about loss?
A loss gone deep inside,
Oh God how I have lost the love for my life
I lie on the mattress staring at the ceiling,
I can't stand to think that this is our last feeling
So hopeless, so hopeless,
So hopeless, so hopeless
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower