Throw them down your throat
Many rivers to cross
Laugh under granite-grey skies,
As if it's their loss
Slip on your floor; bound aftermath
That which has stolen your years
Son, don't become one more shadow
Don't drop your anchor here
Broken down liver and withered frame
Lungs wrinkled like old balloons
Dampen your spirits by sunrise
And swear at the moon
'Cause sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain