Honeycomb

Nine dollars and a needle later
On your knees like you need a savior
And I'm outside with a piece of paper
That says your daddy's gonna meet his maker
You don't know me
You don't owe me anything
You don't know me
But I'm right here

I watched you shed your skin
From your feet to your chin
You're my medicine
So baby let me in

Someone call the undertaker
To come collect this nameless traitor
Lifestyles of the poor and vagrant
The way you fake it baby I can't take it
Looks like you found a home
Down at the Honeycomb
You're such a fuckin queen
So come sit on your throne



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Gawronski
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