Give Up

So where is my shiny bright collar

And you're selling my clothes at the door

Oh I'm not seeing straight it's scary

Well I guess I'll just wait till I'm bored

Yes I'm unhappy

But I love your sounds

Well shit it's not working

The ship's going down

I couldn't say, with each coming day

A sermon that means anything

If we could shout, and spit in my mouth

Well would our friends care if we sing

Diabolically I'm on fire

And I'm ready to sleep now baby

Well we fucked but there's something still ringing

Sucked by the lips that you gave me

So who's on tonight

Is the race going strong

Well I hear there's a rematch

At the end of this song

I couldn't say, with each coming day

A sermon that means anything

If we could shout, and spit in my mouth

Would our friends care if we sing

Four years 'round my neck

Four years 'round my waist

Oh the shit I'd do

For just one more taste

I couldn't say, with each coming day

A sermon that means anything

If we could shout, spit in my mouth

Would our friends care if we sing

Oh if we sing

If we sing

Oh if we sing