The Club - Burning Heads

Dust in my house is piling up

Spiders on my bed, i can’t sleep

I’m talking to bottles about love and hate

Making bottle talk

Down in your club, spending my dimes

What a steal sucking down, my friend on tap

I was looking for friendship

But all i got is a headache

Drunk in your club?

could’ve seen it coming

I wasn’t looking for trouble but for a friend

You let me in

To feed my soul

But now it’s time

You kick me out

You’re just living

On people’s pain

It only numbs

The pain remains

Banned from your club

But i’m feeling so free

There’s no solution

In your house now i see