Let me sleep for eternity
Pull the blanket right over my head
Come join me, I'm lonely
Close your eyes, real slowly
This won't be something to dread
Yeah, I promise
I've been stabbed in the back
I smell blood on the track
I've been stabbed in the back
And I ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
Take me out
Dig me up and out the ground
And wipe off all of the fucking dirt
You still won't get the message
I'll include the wreckage
I'm just trying to make this work
Yeah, I promise
I've been stabbed in the back
I smell blood on the track
I've been stabbed in the back (Stabbed in the back)
Who's gonna clean this mess?
Who's gonna clean this mess?
Who's gonna clean this mess?
I got a gun in my mouth
And all I can think about is how loud it would sound if I let off a round
But I'm dead on the ground
And the ground's stained brown, oh wow
I've been dead for a while now
How? I guess I'm a ghost now that I'm toast
But I wasn't burned alive
And I ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
I've been stabbed in the back
I smell blood on the track
I've been stabbed in the back
And I ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
I guess a permanent stain of brains
Matches the drapes
Answer the phone you fucking pussy
That's all you ever were, bitch
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