Meet the mob a hole in the wall at the button of the hill

There's a matchbox filled up with painkillers to keep his motors still

Heavy snow means it's time to go for one run of the mill

There's a hatch-back in the car lot spinning doing donuts in the chill

And in the backseat sits a lonely girl

But she can't bring herself to say a word

Tuesday to take control

Wasting time

She's like an angel’s eyes

Buried alive

God grant you a narrow mind

Your mouth will overspill

There's a chance you'll spend your whole life grinning

And fingering the till

But in the corner sits the lonely girl

And she can't bring herself to say a word

Tuesday to take control

Wasting time

She's like an angel’s eyes

Buried alive

She sees everyone

She’s watching you on the side

And in the corner she’d only go unheard

But she can't bring herself to say a word

Tuesday to take control

Wasting time

She's like an angel’s eyes

Buried alive

Tuesday to take control

Wasting time

She's like an angel’s eyes

She sees everyone