Poster Children - Three Bullets lyrics

A long distance call There was a delay A satellite shift There's nothing to say I don't have a past I just have a room The TV set's on And a storm's coming through A storm's coming through A storm's coming through A storm's coming through The sky was the ground The ground was the sky I hope that your trip Was better than mine Up in the air Harold Lloyd hangs I'm six weeks ago And everything's changed Everything's changed Everything's changed Everything's changed I lose control of my arms and legs Life's been replaced by a dull ache I'm half-exposed, the other half's dead Three bullets you shot in the back of my head In the back of my head In the back of my head In the back of my head