Death March

Washington boulevard, eastbound Thirty three 'can i get a transfer maaaannn? 95 cents! Fuck you i'll skate to the beach! And i'll look better gettin' there!' There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in But now you're on the other side and there's no way... To feel your breath of life upon my face Cause with the state you're in there wouldn't be a trace Now I wake up every night with this emptiness inside Hasn't been the same since you quit the human race, left without a trace Quit the human race, did you? Camina con la muerto? Roses roses, pocket full of posies Ashes ashes, we all fall down Now i wake up every night with this emptiness inside me Hasn't been the same since you quit the human race, left without a trace Death march baybeeee! Nothing you can do to stop me