fighting off vernicious knids out in acid wars
and if we die at least we tried
and in that time bury me in clouds of white
the pickpocket police have got your hands
cuz you lose you lost what we never had
stepping streetwise across
and when she died it was her time
with cut lip whispers bury me
the pickpocket police have got your hands
cuz you lose you lost what we never had
it all, i think i lost it all
puzzle pieces fading as they fall and tall
you lose you lose you lost it for us all