[ Featuring the Fratney Street Band ]
There's goes another year
They go as quick as eggs are eaten from the carton
There goes your last chance
Good thing you hid some in the tree behind the garden
Such bitter blood
Who knew you were so delicate
In rained so much
Uncovered filthy little details in the mud
Beneath the sea
You'll find me swimmin through the sunken memories
A siren's plea
To kill a man before he has the chance to kill me
