Chatting amongst the workers
Of how cold it is outside
Not to mention their greatest fears
Like finding their children
In battle for with some crack fiends,
like a substitute for love
And no one notices something disrupting
the normal swing of things
The gloves are touching me
This memory have weakened
What's with all the commotion?
I swear there's nothing to see here
This is the part where the
There's a dead man in the street; we
gotta take him to the morgue
He can't be here; he's been
blocking traffic for hours
We can't find him help his will something's
disrupting the normal swing of things
Send the misses our regards
Sign it deepest sympathies
and now I'm choking it up
I refuse to say they won; I win the
poison all mixed up in my head
On my head all those phonies were liars
I don't (repeated screaming)