Two Loons For Tea. Eyebrows Are Nature's Makeup. Zeneszám

Oh, I?m so hungry but I can?t eat
I?m so thirsty but I can?t drink
I?m so tired but I can?t sleep
Been set free from this body
But I can?t find peace

This is the chair
Where I took my last breath
These are the sordid details
Of my death

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh

Was it the money?
Was it the love?
Was it the fog
Caused by the drug?

You left a trail of blood
You left a trail of tears
You were too young
You had so many years

They were caught
At the Greyhound bus station
Some obscure Midwest destination

Was it the money?
Was it the love?
Was it the fog
Caused by the drug?

You left a trail of blood
You left a trail of tears
You were too young
You had so many years
You had so many years
So many years