Winter Like Death

i'm sick and tired
of being sick and tired
i know you've said it before
see, but this time i'm not lying

HAHAHA
do you get it?

if it were in my hands
and it probably is
i'd tell the bossman off
tell him i quit
i'd come right homet to you and say...

i've grown old and bitter through this winter
i've stayed cold and shivered
when i look in the mirror i see just another liar
i see that i'm getting thinner
i see that i'm still alive, most of the time

like a heartbroken horse
headed for the slaughterhouse
i hang my head, and the ghosts come out
i sing,
"captain are you there,
captain are you there,
captain are you there?"


i never really left home.