Shake, shake, shake
Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest

Gone are the days of sunshine
The days of sunshine, I promise


Breath taking photographs
Of dreams long forgotten
Your ship has sank


Wrong place, wrong time
Squeal once more for papa

This is not about money, oh no
This is a sport


Hair that smells of fear and
Eyes that scream, solitude
Companionship is just another

$#&@ing curse

You can't buy friends like this

You can't buy friends like this
You can't buy friends like this


Bite and scratch all you like
Bite and scratch all you like
Trophies of black, blue and red