Remember you've got this hand round your throat
I suppose there's nothing better at home
And I'll come in a dark black leather shoal
And I'll kill the man who works the door
I've got this love I don't talk about
Suppose I'm doing better without her
And no
You look like you've seen a ghost
And I feel like it's out of control
It's living in the East Wing walls
Murder the memories that crack your skull
Wrapped in chains they'll moan
No
You look like you've seen a ghost
And I feel like it's out of control
It's living in the East Wing walls
No
You look like you've seen a ghost
And I feel like it's out of control
It's living in the East Wing walls