Eastern Conference Champions - The Box lyrics

Take me home I've had enough And I'm done All the alcohol Is not setting well at all And all of the d** wore off All the pills have stopped And these are the tiny hands That rip us a part And I've got one foot in the gate of hell And you've got two hands hailing taxis down And he got three years just for givin' up And I've got nothing to complain about I got one foot in the gate of hell You got two hands hailing taxis down He got three years just for givin' up And I've got nothing to complain about Don't give up Even though I'll give up Cuz this is a front You want me now Cuz I will be here all night It seems if only an empty drink Cuz this is a front You want me now Cuz I am lost without you One foot in the gate of hell You got two hands hailing taxis down He got three years just for givin' up And I've got nothing to complain about And I've got one foot in the heat of hell You got two hands pulling me around You got three years just for givin' up And I've got nothing to complain about Cuz sometimes Somewhere Somehow It's somewhere It's somehow Yeah... I've got a sun burn from the gate of hell You got a sore throat from always screaming help He got three years just for givin' up And I thought two years would've been enough One foot in the gate of hell You got two hands hailing taxis down We got three years just for givin' up Oh I've got nothing to complain about One foot in the gate of hell You got two hands hailing taxis down He got three years just for givin' up Oh I've got nothing to complain about Yeah