Creeps Everywhere

I’ve lived many lives

Carved many names into this old bathroom stall

All the old townies call

A heart

I was drunk for years pissing in plastic bottles

Sleeping outside of every last Wal Mart

I was the one that carried your little sisters

Through every dead cornfield (Take my hand)

Wearing your father’s leather jacket

Whistling Here Comes Your Man

Now every time I die I always end up in your old car

And my last words always are

Let’s make out in this McDonalds’ Parking Lot

Like the losers we’ll always be

Die die Creeps Everywhere (Repeat)

You’ve lived many lives but you can’t go back they all said

We’ve hunted them down they all dead

But I remember you eating hotel Indian food covered in a sheet laughing like you lost your mind

You can go back

I do it all the time

You’ve lived many lives

You’ll whistle in the tanning salon parking lot

Much older now your eyes all bloodshot

You’ll tell the skinhead cop

These things don’t ever stop

But every time I die

I always end up in your old car

And my last words always are

Let’s make out in this McDonalds’ Parking Lot

Like the losers we’ll always be

Die die Creeps Everywhere (Repeat)