Lyrics The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Drunk On The Blood

Fingers aren't fingers, but I've got my plan

Mind's like an ocean,and there's no solution

I don't like drinking but that's what I do

I don't like my life but that's what I do

I sweat, I have fevers, and in the night terror

Error I've stolen them from my own mother

Pressure, I'm popping the pills from the doctor

Numbness is numbness is numbness to me

If only I could see, the way back to my youth

If only I could be, back on the road truth

If only I could see, the way back to my youth

Darling my darling, now what should I do

No love from my father, because I'm the daughter

Didn't choose this life but this life chose me

Feel uninvited and now I can't leave

I feel like a flower in eternal winter

Wish I could drown in this foul tasting bitter

Drunk on the blood

Forty days and nights knowing

Red is the only colour that I see

If only I could see, the way back to my youth

If only I could be, back on the road truth

If only I could see, the way back to my youth

Sinking

Goodbye

If I breathe

I'll die

Sinking (sinking)

Goodbye (good bye)

If I breathe (if I breathe)

I'll die

If only I could see, the way back to my youth

If only I could be, back on the road truth

If only I could see, the way back to my youth, my youth