I've been kickin' "˜round
That I better get out now
I've been waitin' "˜round
But it keeps running aground
Where all rats seem to lead
All that's left is the Silhouette
Of nights I can't retrace
Just pour me one more drink
You hide behind your eyes
When your white picket fence
Turns into a black tooth grin
You know it's time pack it in
Before the wolves descend
Too many artists not enough art
Everyone's got something to prove
And I ain't got nothing left for you
Is one more towards my escape
But I will miss all the hell we would raise