by Casalan

Created on: February 12, 2009

V1

Ash sits on the tip of my tongue.

My concrete head banging white noise, uh ha.

Tequila shots straight from the neck,

a sip of scotch my morning bread.

Chop tea leaves,

wake up to flames.

I play hard, to win this game.

CHORUS

So heavy.

I stumble down the hall.

Lean against the wall.

So heavy I might fall,

Don't sip my morning drink.

Twisted hair.

A cloudy sink.

One night can change it all.

I stumble and I fall.

Pick me up I'm empty.

V2

Bury me in waves of white sheets.

That girl slept with me last week, she did.

Alcoholic, no-good man.

Feelings I don't understand.

On my knees.

A dead man's plee.

My life's a game, it's all I see.

CHORUS

So heavy.

I stumble down the hall.

Lean against the wall.

So heavy I might fall,

Don't sip my morning drink.

Twisted hair.

A cloudy sink.

One night can change it all.

I stumble and I fall.

Pick me up I'm empty.

V3

These dark ringed eyes,

cut-up jacket, my life.

Torn jeans, I'm ablood stained fiend.

Need no one to come break me down.

Ain't no one gonna shake me down.

BASS SOLO

2 bars

GUITAR SOLO

Guitar solo over Final Chorus

FINAL CHORUS

So heavy.

I stumble down the hall.

Lean against the wall.

So heavy I might fall,

Don't sip my morning drink.

Twisted hair.

A cloudy sink.

One night can change it all.

I stumble and I fall.

Don't sip my morning drink.

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