Lyrics

I stay home, you go to work I'll sleep in your Jesus shirt Lose my I.D. to the bar Who's that kid getting on the streetcar? Waiting in line Queuing up for the very last time Waiting in in line for you And if I wait Come and see me I'll be lying in state Waiting in line for you You can fake it and take the pill I'll sleep on the windowsill Sophie says she's gonna pay you back But how can you trust a hippie like that? Waiting in line Queuing up for the very last time Waiting in in line for you And if I wait Come and see me I'll be lying in state I'll even use the same excuse that you did Yeah, you She held you in the palm of her hand Under the fake palms on the wall Tattoos on the face of the man In the fur coat in the hall He doesn't blink or hold a drink Or work at the grocery store You study the sink and you try not to think What breed of beast protects the back door I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know, no Waiting in line Queuing up for the very last time Waiting in in line for you And if I wait Come up and see me I'll be lying in state Waiting in line for you I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna ever know
Writer(s): Brian Murphy, Brohan Moore, Jeremy Gaudet, Michael Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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