Our New Favorite

You now awake on your favorite The old familiar used up fix Cracked up from the crowded ... Of the apparel And you a plan, a scam of scandals House that empty contraband Such a sad shame we got nothing for their slaughter How can we say we seen the light When we're only out at night In some over crowded room Waiting for our time to loose While on the make, our new favorite Lost his grip and fell from grace As some brand new keep came creeping towards the altar We kept safe, we just gave up Chalk one up for our good taste Such a sad thing when you've got nothing to offer And in the black hole of our eyes There's no heat and there's no light Just an over crowded room, waiting for its turn to loose