A ticket to the oceanside
A battery powered avenue
I'll trade it in for cigarette
Or something new to abuse
I know that you're the violent type
So I'll save the words that I should spare
And trade them in for cigarettes
And use the ones that you would care to hear

Day in day out

So We'll fill the nights with alcohol
And vomit in the bathroom sink
We'll live to breed and live to tell
And shutter at the thought to think
That I've got a mail order bride

Day in day out, nothing changes


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