Hungover in Jonestown

Hungover in Jonestown You are the hammer, I am the nail Building a house in the fire on the hill There is a string, that leads me to hope I tie the noose, but you are the rope. It was a lie, that got me in bed Cause I am the dog, and you are the shed I can't find the perk in the percocet when you're not around This is the fight that taught me to feel, If I am the drunk, you are the wheel So I drink till the night becomes another day The day is just another little thing in our way No one ever chooses to be a flawed design But this life is a joke and death is the punchline You are the queen, I am the rook You are the fire and I burn like a book I don't know how this one ends till I die And the honest part of reliable is the lie. The greater the power, the more the abuse You are the hand, I worship the bruise If romance is dead, I guess I'm a necropheliac Every God needs a sacrifice I am the cross and you are the Christ So I drink till the night becomes another day The day is just another little thing in our way There's something about the way you beat me down That I'll never learn You're the pint of no return The pain in my chest, the stain on your dress, the glass in my eye Cause life is a joke, Death is the punchline Life is a joke, and death is the punchline. --- Hungover in Jonestown - Amigo The Devil