I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit-and-run The finish line for me People clutter in the gutter Take a look and see
No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin of my teeth
My blood flows through the streets Deluge from the wounds Empty jars of sleeping pills On the dresser of my room My wet-brained neighbor cranes His neck to see In time the white light's a train Bearing down on me
No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin of my teeth
[Solo - Friedman:]
I won't feel the hurt I'm not trash any longer That, that doesn't kill me Only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue That's what 911 is for So tag my toe and don't forget To close the drawer
No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin of my teeth