DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics (as in the song, not the booklet):
If we're still breathing when this river invades our lungs,
I'll save a bullet for you.
Our insecurities lay naked on a bed,
Ripe for a bashing, ripe for a bashing.

This is my burden
My crippled fucking legs,
Can't run away from this.
My crippled legs,
Can't run away from this.
My crippled legs,
Can't run away from this.

In this suit and tie,
I hang myself from this nylon noose,
With polyester pride.
I hang myself.

Bleed me dry, bleed my dry;
For I am a dollar sign.
Bleed my fucking wallet dry.

Growing old is dying slow.

My Green eyes, my green eyes,
In the limelight, in the limelight.
My fucking filthy green eyes.

And growing old is dying slow.

Not every cowboy rides on into the sun.
Not every cowboy rides on into the sun.
Some mother fuckers stay home and die young.

Leave me, my love,
As the dead leaves fade into dirt.
Leave me, my love,
As the dead leaves fade into dirt.
Leave me, my love,
As the dead leaves fade into dirt.
Leave me, my love,
As the dead leaves fade into dirt.
Dirt.