Concrete Den - Live

I'm all alone in the concrete den
Sewers smoking at five am
Shattered window, Cadillac rim
Open the trunk, I've lost her package again

Someone's watching from a streetlight post
Silhouetted by a silver ghost
Probably thinking it's my time to go
Is he conducting this horror show?

I'm spinning circles, I'm freaking out
She hasn't answered so I'm skipping town
These hands too shaky to insert the key
Next thing I know my body hits the ground

I can't feel a thing
When am I going to?
Where are we headed to?
I've got to find a way
When am I going to?
Where are we headed to?

Tires screeching in the salty air
Door opens to a blinding glare
Body tense as I'm lifted up
From the depths of a six foot trunk

She stands there waiting with a distant stare
Her eyes are wet from a lit cigarette
Her yellow smile it raises my skin
She screams you won't take me down again

Spinning circles, she's thinking loud
Tie down the weight or knock me out
Cut my tongue or blind me so
Probably thinking it's my time to go
Probably thinking it's my time to go
Probably thinking it's my time to go
Probably thinking it's my time to go

I can't feel a thing
When am I going to?
Where are we headed to?
I've got to find a way
When am I going to?
Where are we headed to?

This story feels brand new
What am I telling you?
Is what I'm saying true?
I saw it in my scene

I saw it in my scene
I saw it in my scene
I saw it in my scene