She kept the hotel key Slipped it in her purse I guess it makes her think of me And that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and the clothes all over the floor We both know we can't open the door no more Well it was down some street we couldn't even

Life, birth, blood, doom The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon In the end, son, I was once like you The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon I walk through fire, I feel no pain Fields of war which fuel my veins Cut me, child,

Does anyone care? Doo doo doo do, doo doo doo do And we didn't give a damn 'Cause we were raised My mother, my mother she'd hold me Did she hold me, when I was out there My father, my father, he liked me Oh he liked me, does anyone care? Understand the

And it feels like rain, like yesterday And the clouds roll in, the sunlight fades away again And I'm so damn sure, I'm gonna close that door You'll be the first to know When I've found what I'm looking for I want to run with the sun on my face Ride

Cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking Cigaro, cigaro, cigar With a feeling so pure My cock is much bigger than yours My cock can walk right through the door It's got you screaming back for more We're the regulators that deregulate We're the

Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way Believe in yourself, who else gon' believe in you? My doors go dat way, doors go dat way My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

I sold my bed, but not my stereo Black is my favorite color Makes me feel like we know each other In a town of ones and zeros You are one magnetic hero Blank tapes and posters on the door Listen to my Pink Floyd cover Take a seat like a backbeat lover

Here's another Sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel You take what you want

It's gettin' better all the time I don't stop breathin' every time the phone rings My heart don't race when someone's at my door I've almost given up thinkin' you're ever gonna call I don't believe in magic anymore I just don't lie awake at night, Askin'

Still you wonder Who's cheatin' who, who's being true Who don't even care anymore It makes you wonder Who's doing right with someone tonight And who's car is parked next door Everywhere you look you can write a book On the trouble of a woman and a man