Paroles:
Screeching Weasel A New Tomorrow

I've got a butcher knife I'll keep cutting 'til I find them 'Cause I want them out of there I don't care if you don't care There's a cancer in my body

I'm in a dream because everything seems Like it's moving through some kind of fog I try to explain but the words come out strange And I don't know what

wall And think up ways i should've told you to fuck off But I won't lose a bit of sleep 'Cause I know that you're really just a creep And I've got something

Well she's a thrift store girl Yeah she's a beautiful loser She'll switch price tags for me Sometimes meet me for coffee And I don't think she does that

I haven't left the house in going on three days The air in here is getting stale but I don't know if I can take Another violent jab at the panic button

lives anyway We don't need to drug ourselves anymore to keep the boredom away We don't anything except relying on ourselves for a change I can see a new tomorrow

Claire Monet I heard someone say It's been so long since the last time I heard her name I learned a lot from her Yeah she was singular The one day she

my teeth Trying to fall asleep I've sat and smoked a billion cigarettes And wished to hell that you were here My stained and calloused fingers hold a

What I wanna say I'm gonna say to you And what I wanna do I'm gonna do to you And if you should decide That you don't like it - get out When I wanna