It's Dylan, You Know the Drill

Boys Night Out
앨범 : Make Yourself Sick

An I.O.U. tattoo
To the love of finer incentives of your heart
And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball,
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
gone too late to get a doctor
I don't care if the killing stops
Or if suffocation plagues my lungs
(the) way walking nightmares run
wide awake and dead at the same time
(the) way walking nightmares run
wide awake and dead the same time
This waiting room is making room
Completely torn apart by a slew of things that step on you
The diamond fake, those things i hate
Both had their own ways of playing off the weather's weight
And when the softer december snow falls
Winter's conquered, earth has left us wretched
(the) way walking nightmares run
wide awake and dead at the same time
(the) way walking nightmares run
wide awake and dead the same time
(At the same time)
Someone come and tie me up, tie me up
___ way in time to lock it up, lock it up
I think that we should burn it up, burn it up
I pray we've got the time enough, time enough
You know that I LOVE YOU
Now I just can't shut you up, shut you up
So now I have to chop you up, chop you up
And I'll just wait till I get caught