It's 6am, spitting grey 
Don't know why 
I let you treat me this way 
I keep holding on 
To your middle finger 
But now I know 
I gotta pull the trigger 
I pick up the pieces 
One by one 
Put them back together now 
And stuff 'em back in my gun 
I got news for you 
It's goin' down 
Before you come home and tell me 
That you're not angry 
I'll be leavin' town 
I got news 
The bodies are bathing 
In my backyard 
There's games being played 
And I'm holding the cards 
The key doesn't work 
The numbers been changed 
Turn off the lights 
And I'm lookin' for strange...ohh 
J'ai des nouvelles pour toi 
C'est la fin de notre histoire 
Tu me brise le coeur pour la derniere fois. 
C'est vrai. 
Et maintenant, quand je me promene dans la nuit, 
Je regarde la lune, les etoiles et les voitures qui passe 
Et je regarde tous sans toi.