A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don't get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

You were like a zombie
When you told me what you did that day
And I drove out to the meadowlands
To throw our baby away
What time and snow couldn't bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body's calling, rising up
From under a Jersey landfill

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do

I guess I'll see you in hell

A creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp
Your p___ing on the pyramids
Ain't gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your makeup
And give your money to the poor
Cos you'll be riding a twenty-gauge ticket
Into reality's door

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I'll see you in hell

The TV's gone and you've been huffin' on paint
And your punkrock band still sucks anyway
I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor
He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore
No more

A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don't get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I'll see you in hell

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