there's a body in the tub in apartment ten
there's a feeling that you'll never see your sanity again
there's a nervous knock from the nervous hand outside
cloud eight with a bullet
ride the rocket on a downward slide
if he ever comes back again
pray to god that he'll understand
that two words or less is all he could hope for
if he wants to spend the night
pray to god that he won't want to fight
'cause two words or less is all you'd be good for
there's a shiver in your bones from last night's snow
there's a fever in your chest and it looks as though
the only friends that you got are the ones inside your head
cloud eight with a bullet
sad's bored and bored is dead
there's a ringing in your ears and a churning in your guts
there's a bitch on the telly and she's driving you nuts
