In these four walls the boredom lives
I can’t take it anymore
Finally I’ve got my records, books
And toys that look like you
And the wounds will start to bleed again
And routine is coming home
And the neighbors will complain about the noise
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
I start the day with cold blue water
And I finish it with dirt
No one’s gonna get the message here
I can shake my hand as well
And the wounds will start to bleed again
And routine is coming home
And the neighbors will complain about the noise
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
and the two was killed by one
Start running