Private Eye - Alkaline Trio

I dragged this lake looking for corpses

Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards

Pieces of planes and black box recorders

Don’t lie

And I’ve been preoccupied with these sick, sixth senses

That sense DNA on barbed wire fences

Maybe someday I’ll find me a suspect

That has no alibi

But at the right place at the right time

I’ll be dead wrong and you’ll be just fine

And I won’t have to quit doing fucked up shit

For anyone but me

And at the right place at the right time

It will have been worth it to stand in line

And you won’t have to stop

Saying «I love cops» for anyone but me

Your private eye

New Year’s Eve was as boring as heaven

I watched flies fuck on channel 11

There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink

Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink

And there’s no ring on the phone anymore

There’s no reason to call I passed out on the floor

Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry