Eastern Conference Champions - The Box Lyrics

Take me home
I've had enough
And I'm done

All the alcohol
Is not setting well at all

And all of the drugs wore off
All the pills have stopped
And these are the tiny hands
That rip us apart

And I've got one foot in the gate of hell
And you've got two hands hailing taxis down
And he got three years just for givin' up
And I've got nothing to complain about

I got one foot in the gate of hell
You got two hands hailing taxis down
He got three years just for givin' up
And I've got nothing to complain about

Don't give up even though I'll give up
'Cause this is a front, you want me now
'Cause I will be here all night

It seems if only an empty drink
'Cause this is a front, you want me now
'Cause I am lost without you

One foot in the gate of hell
You got two hands hailing taxis down
He got three years just for givin' up
And I've got nothing to complain about

And I've got one foot in the heat of hell
You got two hands pulling me around
You got three years just for givin' up
And I've got nothing to complain about

'Cause sometimes, somewhere
Somehow, it's somewhere
It's somehow, yeah

I've got a sun burn from the gate of hell
You got a sore throat from always screaming help
He got three years just for givin' up
And I thought two years would've been enough

One foot in the gate of hell
You got two hands hailing taxis down
We got three years just for givin' up
Oh, I've got nothing to complain about

One foot in the gate of hell
You got two hands hailing taxis down
He got three years just for givin' up
Oh, I've got nothing to complain about
Yeah