Black Market Radio Good Riddance
At the end of the rope, say good bye and
good riddance...
For the Vampires I know, that try to drink
me cold...
Like a bug to the flame, buzz around
try to steal every minute...
Got my balls goin' home,
this game is gettin' old...
I'm over the edge, my feet off the ground...
I'm over the edge, better learn how to fly
all the way down...
Feel the hands in my pants,
to me they're not connected...
Everybody wants to dance,
who's gonna pay the band?
Like a thief in the night, with the right,
is the one they're always shakin'...
While the knife in your back,
is their other hand...
Don't you know that I act as a friend, but I
see in your eyes that it's come to an end...
Don't you float like a face in a crowd while
the voice in my head is increasingly LOUD!
