next stop
Curled up in a basement untill you're rocking back and forth
Rotting in the corner, getting easy to ignore
Heaven sent, made amends, no regrets?
Not cool anymore
You're hung low in the cold northeast
Broken and breathing debris but it's everything together
Living off a pension, the state, in a home that you hate
It's depressing, the days go, the stress elevates
Your neglected, no friendships and the church closed its gates
The suppression, you're trembling and the dams bound to break
But Jesus can't help you now
Your next stop is in the ground
Caught between the headphone wire, laid back on the phone
Tap nicely on your shoulder, exercise some self control
Made the bed, saw the dead, still mislead
You're not so self assure
You're hung low in the cold northeast
Broken and breathing debris but it's everything together
Living off a pension, the state, in a home that you hate
It's depressing, the days go, the stress elevates
Your neglected, no friendships and the church closed its gates
The suppression, your trembling and the dams bound to break
But Jesus can't help you now
Your next stop is in the ground
Rotting in the corner, getting easy to ignore
Heaven sent, made amends, no regrets?
Not cool anymore
You're hung low in the cold northeast
Broken and breathing debris but it's everything together
Living off a pension, the state, in a home that you hate
It's depressing, the days go, the stress elevates
Your neglected, no friendships and the church closed its gates
The suppression, you're trembling and the dams bound to break
But Jesus can't help you now
Your next stop is in the ground
Caught between the headphone wire, laid back on the phone
Tap nicely on your shoulder, exercise some self control
Made the bed, saw the dead, still mislead
You're not so self assure
You're hung low in the cold northeast
Broken and breathing debris but it's everything together
Living off a pension, the state, in a home that you hate
It's depressing, the days go, the stress elevates
Your neglected, no friendships and the church closed its gates
The suppression, your trembling and the dams bound to break
But Jesus can't help you now
Your next stop is in the ground
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Fiore
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