She woke up this morning
Last night the last damn warning
Once more, do it one more time and on
Papers she will roam
The vines keep on growing
Slowly but still it's showing
Their roots are thick and strong
Make it easy to stay home
Pick up the phone
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you
That I'm done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Untill the bayonet is pointed at our gut
He woke up this morning
Last night the tides were turning
Drugs and liquor clearly did the trick
And that's one more reason why
A new day is dawning
He's piss drunk and still keeps smoking
You'll get help, just a matter of months
You're on hold untill you die
Pick up the phone
I'm counting on you
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you
That I'm done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Untill the bayonet is pointed at our gut
Another day goes by
Another fades away
And when they ask you for help
You got nothing to say but
Hold. The. Line
Hold. The. Line
We're terribly sorry
All of our personnel's caught up right now
But here's some prescription drugs
To ease the pain
And remember to sanitize your blade
Thank you have a nice day!
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you
I'm fucking done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Untill the bayonet is pointed at our gut
Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the fucking line
Untill you die
