The air is full of carbon
I dont have the guts to sing at all
And if we're dying might as well
Give it a shot while i have hair
To stun and men to die for
If nothing matters anymore
I'll be a stranger and a friend
Forever trapped inside my own head
You got a sick little curl to your words
And it's often
I dont understand
What heaven and hell mean
But i'm not sorry
I throw my trash on the ground
Turn my women around
And run
Coroner
Give me a time to be nice
Give me a time to be right
The ballad of a lonely housewife
What we sing to ourselves at night...