Garbage - April Tenth
It was so cold in hell I remember it well It was so cold that year It was colder than hell
Things havent been good So you leave for a while I was off on a tour I hadnt heard
Eve dropped in With the letter he wrote And I read it aloud To prove that I could
The neighbor boys laughing Cause you know anwar We never thought Quite enough good
We thought that we knew you And I guess that we dont In heaven no more To repeat the past
We called you the black pen Remember that?
The sea is wide The streets are long And theres blood on all our hands And the cat is gone
And only whats left to us Is history built on dust There was sweat on a cold source Of missions and governments
Supplies and victories Good girl and king to please The still keys are everywhere In a thousand yard stare
We all end up the same Like little lambs to meet their end
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