Friends 'Til the Weekend - 2*Sweet

This is the putrid smell of your own living hell

Where heavy rain drowns out the sirens

And every searchlight in the city

Couldn’t find me a place that I could call my own

In this wretched place

We stew in our mistakes

With boiling blood we say everything is great

What do you say when every word’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die

What do you say

When everything that you’ve been told’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die

Old timer, coal miner

Breathe in my dust

I live in lust with the dark days

Where the skies are cold and gray

And life seems so constant and plain

In this wretched place

We stew in our mistakes

With boiling blood we say everything is great

What do you say when every word’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die

What do you say

When everything that you’ve been told’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die

You can take my head at the gallows

You can take my head at the gallows

Or you could bring this war to my front door

Or you could bring this war to my front door

But you never were a friend in the first place

But you never were a friend in the first place

What do you say when every word’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die

What do you say

When everything that you’ve been told’s a lie

What will you do since you’re just growing up to die