Joking 'bout the way that no one needs to hear You've found out your alibi is crystal clear No one understands and no one says a thing Shake your dumb and lock you in a soothing green There's no way they'll know when you're dead City bus and angel dust the king is dead Swarming blackness coming like a burning bed Out of sight and out of mind your job is done All alone and drunk and shouting with a gun You're the one who decides how the nights really gonna end Six o'clock on the dot when they stop and you knock on your stupid friend