To your health

Nov 04, 2007 22:39

Outside, this train ride
It's windy as hell
There's blood on the tracks near the spot where we fell
Please call the station agent
And ask him for help
I raise it up
Here's to your health

Inside this high rise
They whisper and hate
They tear out your lungs
When you're five minutes late
I don't belive in vampires
Who stay up this late
I raze them down
Here's to their health

Inside these jail walls
The light never sleeps
And God can not hear you through
Concrete this deep
So I re-arrange my lifestyle
These habits I break
I cut em out
Here's to my health
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