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 [A7did that day
And I drove out to [C7]the meadow lands
To throw our baby away
What time and [Bm]snow couldn't bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body's calling, ɾising up
From under a Jersey landfill
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to [C7]do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to [C7]do
I guess I'll see you [A7in hell
A creature's waitin' for [Dm7]a battle in the ancient swamp
Your pissing on [C7]the pyramids
Ain't gonna move things along
So pack your scars and [Bm]your makeup
And give your money to [C7]the poor
'cause you've been ɾiding a twenty gauged ticket
Into [C7]ɾeality's door
The TV's gone and [Bm]you've been half an hour paid
And your punk ɾock band [Bm]still sucks anyway
I was [Am7]talking to [C7]Jesus through a hole in the floor
He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore
No more
A little ɾoom on [C7]7th stɾeet is getting cold
And secrets sing like [F]mescaline
They don't get old
I saw a pattern on [C7]a blanket just the other day
It looked just like [F]the pillow you [A7threw away
I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to [C7]do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to [C7]do
I guess I'll see you [A7in hell
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