Clit 45 - Misery On A Mainline lyrics

Like a hole in a 45 There's an emptiness in all our lives Lost innocence in tired eyes And there's oil burning in the east But it isn't for the lamp of peace Were already dead, the breathing deceased People suffer but we just need what we need Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but... So we spend these beer stained nights Searching for the things that I wont find Revolving doors of internal wars (Someone please sew my mouth shut) Supporting afghan renegades With a rose and a razorblade Hitting pipes under city lights Hung himself on Christmas day Day I heard his best friend say Everyone he loves are in their graves Stuck in these lonely caves we f**ing cant escape Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape So we spend these beer stained nights Searching for the things that I wont find Meaningless s**, whose sheets am I in? It's uneasy stench stains my skin We're all reading out last rights with self-hate crimes Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies (Someone please sew his mouth shut) Give us something to ease this pain Take it all but it wont go away Bloodstained we walk in vain Straight-jacket...We're being restrained! Give us something to ease this pain Take it all but it wont go away Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain Motionless... Release the chains! 10,000 beer stained nights Searching for the things that I won't find Burning cross on my TV screen The tension wont seize there will be no peace So read me my last rights with self-hate crimes Tied down she shot it up-we said goodbye It's all been misery on a mainline