coming up short, you're sick and tired
coming up short yet uninspired
we could have a house by the lakeside
we'll skip some stones in the daylight
coming up short with rubber bracelets
coming up short and feeling tasteless
i'll prick a finger, drop of blood
you'll toss a pebble towards the sun
and it's a blood city and we're choking on our spit
it's a blood city and today's a heap of shit
it's a blood city and we're dying in the road
it's a blood city looks like we're out of a home
we could have a house by the lakeside
we'll skip some stones in the daylight