Brooklyn Gamma -

It ain’t as good as it gets

If you got holes all over your chest

My best day is your worst day

«Worst day» is my best phrase

That’s just what I get

Rope squeezing my neck

Things I’ll forget

Lost in my hotel room

Ocean on it’s way back soon

That’s what we get

Flies licking my face

All bets are closed off in this race

Break ground, start again

Break ground, start again

Get what we can get

Poison on my plate

I love it all the same

There’s hands on my wrist in the form of a fist

In the form of a kiss

Light up, light up the sky

Showing off your bed

Showing up and get dead

Cut open the clone who’s wearing all my clothes

Well that’s just what I get

It ain’t as good as it gets

If you got holes all over your head

Window on my table, windows in the rearview

And in the palm of my hand in the form of a fist

Leave some room

For the lucky ones

Seal our tomb

With gifts and gold and brass and bone

Leave some doom

For the lucky ones

Seal our tomb

With gifts and gold

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Leave some room

For the lucky ones

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Doom

For the lucky ones