Come Monday morning

morning you may find me dead You may find me there

find my body

You may find my head

In a motel closet or under a motel bed.

Oh, this is the life that I leave.

And you say I saw a coming.

It was only a matter of time.

The way you dressed you must have really wanted to die

They set fire to people like you just for looking them in the eye.

Oh, this is the life you chose to leave.

But I don't care what people do.

I just want you to see me.

You don't have to, love me to.

Alexandra, little sister,

I'm holding on to you.

Will you say, Mother, got to tonic, she hides inside her mind.

She thinks the devil has faces in her, in a bedroom once, why.

How else could she explain why I am going to hell?

Oh, I must be under something else's fell.

And my father's got his fireman.

He's calling up his friend. He says, once you dishonor us, that's where my patient ends and your message ends with watch your back.

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