one by metallica by i hate sex Songtext
von thorn tire

Empty wall
Shadows in the hall
Ghosts in the window
Chills in the home, though you left the candle burning
Wolves scratching at the back door

Goodbyes written in a letter, taped to the table
Nothing has gotten better, nothing is getting better

Past the point of painting bravely pushing payments that I don′t have from my bank account
It can't be so bad, each according to the rule


You never underestimated the superflous Zeus and Leda with the swan
Making due so often on the back wall hiding behind Neptune
What does that mean?

You could never strike a deal as heavy as his him
When the plan is bobbed and rich-topped
I wish it was mine and I wish I had the same dimes as he had well

I always thought he′d cock it up but if nothing will, we'll lock it up
But he did it right, he locked it up
And I can't even touch it now
And I don′t know what to do with these bones, oh these bones
I never had my heart, is hell a song?

Fuck your ghost town
I′m burning the house to the ground And nothing has gotten better
And nothing is getting better


Nothing is getting any better