200 Bottles on Eviction

Lyrics

And the world lives on in spite of you And death will still bloom inside of you And there's no sun coming up on the side of you Whose hand's on the dice, deciding to? Huh Yeah, and the world lives on in spite of you And death will still bloom inside of you And there's no sun coming up on the side of you Whose hand's on the dice, deciding to? Huh Tell me, what was the price? Of everything they made you leave behind And he keeps asking for the reason So I choose to givе him nine And we're sitting at thе desk, one chair on either side I see fear in your face, and I see tears in your eyes There's a version of yourself that you'll never get to find It's not fair enough to live, I lift the lid up off the sky Break my front door down Can't believe I lost what I lost and you found Break all my walls down No secrets left to sell And after all (And after all) I lost myself (I lost myself) You make Your bed And the world lives on in spite of you And death will still bloom inside of you And there's no sun coming up on the side of you Whose hand's on the dice, deciding to? Huh (We wanted the same chance as anybody else) Huh-huh (But it wasn't set up to be that way) And you know I don't care if it's a lie or the truth Words spoke in the phone, still hanging from the booth Just another missing person, what's the matter? Who is who? It's a John Doe tree, and it keeps on bearing fruit And after all (And after all) I lost myself (I lost myself) Make Your bed These loveless wounds Won't heal Or scar Let blood Flow Until you're drowned out In red You made your bed, baby