Rotten bars with decay in the air
And there's shit in the middle
Suffocated by doors and walls
But I still don't get the riddle
And there's shit in the middle
Suffocated by doors and walls
But I still don't get the riddle
Staring in the corner of your room
Waiting for the moment to make your move
Should I call this home?
I guess I'll call this home
Should I call this home?
I guess I'll never know
Rotten bars with a scent of disgrace
Intoxication is on her mind
It's what you take but not what you give
Isn't this what I say all the time?
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