Sixty Eight Tigers

The breaths you choke
As you muscle down coke
As the partys over
You're still hanging around the house
The life you live
The friends you�ve chose
Just tilt your head back
And get swallowed in this room
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
And it's all over now
it's all over now
And it's all over now
it's all over now
Im the pit of your stomach
Im just the muscles in your face
Im what you call a conscience
Im the fear that took place
Just hold that glass real high
Stager a way home
To a room that doesn�t love you
These are the nights its your call
And it's all over now
it's all over now
And it's all over now
it's all over now
Im the pit of your stomach
Im just the muscles in your face
Im what you call a conscience
Im the fear that took place
Just hold that glass real high
Stager a way home
To a room that doesn�t love you
These are the nights its your call
These are the nights its your call
These are the nights its your call
Hollow out your footsteps
You feel dumb where you stand
And you cant understand it
No you cant (cant) understand
Your head is brimming
With screams and shouts
Split me down the center
It's been so many times
Well I've lost count
Well I've lost count