[00:00.00] She woke up this morning
[00:26.88]Last night, the last damn warning
[00:29.49]Once more, do it one more time and on papers she will roam
[00:34.74]The vines keep on growing
[00:37.53]Slowly but still it's showing
[00:40.17]Their roots are thick and strong, make it easy to stay home
[00:46.23]Pick up the phone
[00:49.56]I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done
[00:54.18]This can not go on
[00:56.76]The cry for help
[00:59.52]The times we felt
[01:01.62]The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
[01:05.73]Still every single door is shut
[01:08.64]Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut
[01:14.67]He woke up this morning
[01:17.55]Last night the tides were turning
[01:19.86]The drugs and liquor clearly did the trick and that's one more reason why
[01:25.47]A new day is dawning
[01:28.38]he's drunk and still he's smoking
[01:30.78]You'll get help, just a matter of months, you're on hold until you die.
[01:36.90]Pick up the phone
[01:42.51]We're counting on you
[01:45.69]I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done
[01:50.19]This can not go on
[01:52.77]The cry for help
[01:55.53]The times we felt
[01:57.63]The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
[02:01.71]Still every single door is shut
[02:04.65]Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut
[02:19.77]Another day goes by
[02:22.44]Another fades away
[02:24.81]And when they ask you for help you got nothing to say but
[02:50.04]Hold - the - Line
[03:00.39]I'm out of harmless ways to tell you I'm ****ing done
[03:05.01]This can not go on
[03:07.47]The cry for help
[03:10.14]The times we felt
[03:12.27]The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
[03:16.38]Still every single door is shut
[03:19.26]Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut

She woke up this morning
Last night, the last damn warning
Once more, do it one more time and on papers she will roam
The vines keep on growing
Slowly but still it's showing
Their roots are thick and strong, make it easy to stay home
Pick up the phone
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut
He woke up this morning
Last night the tides were turning
The drugs and liquor clearly did the trick and that's one more reason why
A new day is dawning
he's drunk and still he's smoking
You'll get help, just a matter of months, you're on hold until you die.
Pick up the phone
We're counting on you
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut
Another day goes by
Another fades away
And when they ask you for help you got nothing to say but
Hold - the - Line
I'm out of harmless ways to tell you I'm ****ing done
This can not go on
The cry for help
The times we felt
The walls close in and chandliers crashing down
Still every single door is shut
Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut