Bright Lights

Bright Lights - The Ghost Of A Thousand
Bright lights,
drifting in-front of me,
heave up all the tar in your bones,
good luck with that apology,
never choose how you go.
Got raped, dangled in-front of me,
got raped now they're phoning your home,
good luck, with that apology,
never choose how you go.
Gold from tin, you can't tell the difference.
Can't you see all you need are different rules?
Can't you see that all you need, different bones?
All you do is fucking complain 'bout being thrown to the wolves,
keep in mind the vermin you fear have all been wearing kid gloves.
Fuck dreaming.
Dead eyes drifting in-front of me,
red eye is a sign that you're done,
passed out in the back of an ambulance,
maybe they'll take you home.
All you do is fucking complain 'bout being thrown the wolves,
keep in mind the hopes that you have will all be better of lost.
Get ready. Float me in a barrel down the river.
Turn your bright lights on.
Bright lights, drifting in front of me,
heave up all the tar in your bones,
good luck with that apology,
you never choose how you go, the way we go.