[Refrain: Michael Poulsen]
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
[Verse 1: Danko Jones]
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
[Verse 2: Michael Poulsen]
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
[Verse 3: Danko Jones]
No more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
[Verse 1: Danko Jones]
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
[Verse 2: Michael Poulsen]
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
[Verse 3: Danko Jones]
No more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
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