Oh, misery is turning the ground as old as a grave
As old as a grave
Oh, misery is turning the ground as old as a grave
As old as a grave
Oh, misery is turning the ground as old as a grave
As old as a grave
Father, you're drunk
Easy now
Only the bottles seize your best and worst
Mother, the notion
Is raining down, still you?
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
The brain
The brain
Homeless beneath the devil's moon
Find comfort in the dirt
And I don't get down
I check the dreams as I walk
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
And all the world's words can tell you that you're sane
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
Father, you're drunk
Easy now
Mother, the notion
Is raining down
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
You lay yourself down like a bullet to the brain
A bullet to the brain
Oh, misery is turning the ground as old as a grave
As old as a grave
Oh, misery is turning the ground as old as a grave
As old as a grave

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