Dead by Samiam
In that busted ranch house in the hills
With shit backed up into the sinks
The basement crypt so dark & thick
With smoke from endless cigarettes
Everyone came to expect a weekend that could last all
week
You do what you want, you do your best
To be the worst that you could be
There was a time and a place for anything
Where no one sleeps and no one leaves
To keep out the outside and the inside in
We hung carpets over the windows
We stoked the fire with broken chairs to keep ourselves
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