Hangin' 'Round

It's like the bristles in the brush, swept by with the daily rush Do anything to get that huh? And you feel you've had enough Oh to him you took a shine He only calls you when he's high Lucky to be alive, with those bloodshot eyes And you're looking for a way out Same songs cheap nights won't cut it somehow But you keep coming back for more Hanging round this door Oh ain't it a shame we're all pawns in this game We Want to quit but forced to play so we stay doing the same Oh it's a haunt if a town you want out but stick around Rather sink than fight to drown Feel it pulling you down And you're looking for a way out Same songs cheap nights won't cut it somehow But you keep coming back for more Hanging round this door Ain't it hard when you realise nothing comes easy or free in this life