[Verse 1]
Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold
And secrets ain't 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, uh-huh
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
Well, time and snow couldn't bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body's calling, rising up
From under a Jersey landfill
[Chorus]
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I guess I'll see you in hell
Yeah
[Verse 2]
The creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp
You pissing on the pyramids
Ain't gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your makeup
And give your money to the poor
'Cause you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket
Into reality's door
Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold
And secrets ain't 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, uh-huh
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
Well, time and snow couldn't bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body's calling, rising up
From under a Jersey landfill
[Chorus]
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I guess I'll see you in hell
Yeah
[Verse 2]
The creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp
You pissing on the pyramids
Ain't gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your makeup
And give your money to the poor
'Cause you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket
Into reality's door
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