On a knife edge razor day
If you listen long enough theyve got nothing to say
Its a time warp place dont change
The rhythm of the night, the beating rain
You move fast to get off of that merry-go-round
Theres one gun, probably more
And the others are pointing at our backdoor
At the best hotel of all
Put my name on the wall, put my bed on the floor
You get much less well it seems like more
Hearts still sore
Word crimes
Bitter lies
Bitter crimes
Government lies
