"Everyone's a monster", chances are you're right
Only unsent letters are what you read at night
I've been toying with the thought of ambiguity
So, give me one last cigarette and I'll say what I mean
"Nobody's a criminal", reality is wrong
A myriad of people are miserable and dumb
Hibernation to the grave, a f*ck you to the world
So, wrap your lungs around me Jean I'll show you what I've learned
We walk home alone
Just singing in the rain again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn me down and lust for life
Bite the hand that feeds you, you're giving up the gun
Paint a vulgar picture of everything you've done
Speculation, indignation, failed recovery
If every man's a waste of space, then where does that leave me?
We walk home alone
Just singing in the rain again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn me down and lust for life