in a ghost house

 

 

come inside

a heart that's full up like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won't heal
you look so tired and unhappy
bring down the government
they don't, they don't speak for us
i'll take a quiet life
a handshake of carbon monoxide
and no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
silent, silent..
this is my final fit 
my final bellyache with
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises please
such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden
with no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises please..

 

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