I am running in circles blinded by the city lights
There's a hand on my gun, it seems to be a pretty night
I'm locating a target, right eye of a pretty maid
It seems to be a pretty night
I am beating my heart, it's grinded like a firestone
Who's the man at the door? He's begging for a broken bone
As I start to divide him everyone is out to run
I'm sorry sir, your coffee's done
Your coffee's done
There's a feeling inside which makes me think I'll get insane
Like a ****ing tequila worm, it's swimming in my brain
I decided to start the day with my own suicide
I'll drink it on the other side,
I'll drink it on the other side