I'm sick of the scenarios playing over in my head
I guess that I should get it right
or just throw in the towel tonight
'cause starting over never sounded so good,
when you're gone, and not mine,
6 feet deep is where you'll sleep tonight
Got I foot in the ground and no one will save you now
They're serving you up tonight
l,2
We're buying, but at what price
l,2,3,4
I'm sick of all the Knuckleheads
I guess that you should realize,
that starting over never felt so good,
when you're lost, and burnt out,
6 feet deep in Tinseltown tonight
You're rotting in the ground and no one can save you now
She says shes gotta get out of here before she gets old
There's got to be a way out of here before she gets old
Shattered dreams, Silver Screens, Dirty industries
(and I.V,'s filled with terminal disease)
Selling tricks, for a fix, now just to get by
and all they wanted was to bleed you dry