I dragged this lake looking for corpses Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards Pieces of planes and black box recorders Don't lie And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses That sense dna on barbed wire fences Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect That has no alibi New year's eve was as boring as heaven I watched flies fuck on channel 11 There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink And there's no ring, no ring on the phone anymore There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry But at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit For anyone but me And at the right place at the right time It will have been worth it to stand in line And you won't have to stop Saying I love cops for anyone but me Your private eye
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