Текст песни
Bad
ideas
are
ripe
for
the
picking
You've
got
a
rash
from
the
wounds
you've
been
licking
Your
armour's
torn,
so
you
wear
a
frown
on
the
bathroom
floor
Where
you're
safe
and
sound
And
it
feels
just
like
home
When
you
sink
like
a
stone
But
you
breathe
just
for
show
And
they
wish
you
good
luck
on
your
trip
But
little
do
they
know
That
you
smile,
and
you
wave
with
an
anchor
still
tied
to
your
toes
The
time's
never
right
'cause
the
clock
won't
quit
ticking
You've
got
a
scar
from
the
scab
you
keep
picking
Your
mask
slips
off
when
you
hit
the
burner
The
monsters
know
who
you
really
are
And
it
feels
just
like
home
When
you
sink
like
a
stone
But
you
breathe
just
for
show
And
they
wish
you
good
luck
on
your
trip
But
little
do
they
know
That
you
smile,
and
you
wave
with
an
anchor
still
tied
to
your
toes
Now
you're
still
being
so
tough
(another
cause
of
fear)
Our
love's
a
holy
fool
(our
love's
a
holy
fool)
But
now
I
know
too
much
(have
I
had
not
enough?)
And
something's
missing,
and
something's
missing
And
it
feels
just
like
home
When
you
sink
like
a
stone
But
you
breathe
just
for
show
And
they
wish
you
good
luck
on
your
trip
But
little
do
they
know
That
you
smile,
and
you
wave
with
an
anchor
still
tied
With
an
anchor
still
tied
to
your
toes
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