Lyrics

The days are spent Chatting amongst the workers Of how cold it is outside Not to mention their greatest fears Like finding their children Neglected and naked In bed with some crack fiends Like a substitute for love And no one notices Something's disrupting The normal swing of things These hands are shaking They've lost all trust in me Regrets, regrets This memory has weakened Now I recall everything What's with all the commotion? I swear there's nothing to see here You didn't see coming Already This is the part when the ambulance comes There's a dead man in the street We gotta take him to morgue He can't be here He's been blocking traffic for hours We can't find him help, his will Something's disrupting The normal swing of things This institution will run efficiently Standard regrets Send the misses our regards Sign it "deepest sympathies." Sympathies: some patronage for the weak I swallowed so much Now I'm choking it up I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head On my head, all those phonies were liars I've wrote this down a thousand times I think it's really dark I don't need this This just walked in Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down Break it down I don't need this Sympathy I don't need this