Dead After Dallas - Ten After Two

It’s not for the fame

Not so much a catch and you fall apart

It’s such a sad excuse

I’ll hang Hang Hang

Until it’s done

Don’t ever tell me we’re the fucking same

I’ve got bigger plans than this

And it’s not for the fame

Not so much a catch when you fall apart

It’s such a sad excuse

It’s all the same

A sad excuse

I’ve got a layer of hell sitting under my skin

All these strings have become knots

Let’s cut them all

With only regrets I can hardly see straight

So wash me white as snow

With no persuasion and only contradiction

These lies are all I know

I need an answer

I need the truth

I need an outing

(Why have we pushed so hard)

All these strings have become knots

And I’m bound to fall if I’m left on my own

I have had it up to the brink

So hang hang hang until it’s done