Darkroom Data

Ripped up and I'm ready to go, living at the end of a rope Leaves some scars but the girl in the car's bringing the hustle for her turn to blow Open your eyes innocent child, tell me can you suffer the knife My, my, stack 'em up high, every single muscle must be tight You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow Big cheese, pick a pretty one for me. Heaven at the end of a rope Go so far you can never go back, haunted by the shadow of a ghost The jelly won't come til they double the dose, check your coat at the door The ferryman know what the ferryman know, he won't take it but he'll watch the show Just a little show, just a little taste of the show, just a little show Just until we're ready to go, just a little show, just a little taste of the show You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow Inside a dream, a life without sin, oh child, oh child Its a love scene, a win for the bad team, oh child, oh child You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow You don't know what you do baby, where you go I cannot follow Taste of my regret, sour, dry mouth, bitter morning Another man lies sleeping in my bed Had a chance to crack open wide your darkroom data I chose to leave that stone unturned. I left that stone unturned