Текст песни Whiter Than Alabama - MS2013

Four or twenty hours, it's either or
I never call, so you don't have to pick up the phone
This ghost town built on ruins, it has burned down nine times or something, and we still going
Whiter than Alabama, sea of trash 'round every corner
They try to make it nice with parks and shit
Ain't nobody believe it
Town of roundabouts, three times and you're out
I'll never leave, there's no doubt
Heartless, no home, 'bout this we know
Been writing the same shit, couple hundred songs gone and I'll make another

It's foggy inside, not gonna lie, tomorrow better come fast before I die
I don't even like the cold anymore, let out a sigh, too many fucking doors

Yeah, too many fucking doors
I could be anything, any-anything
Why is it so difficult to focus, oh I know
The spiders tease me by hiding the lotus
Snowing in May, this is how I feel day to day
Soul cut, this rut, rata-ta-ta, I don't really feel it
Not that I know how I've been lately
Some music, it's just a haze, whatever happens it's meant to be, I think

It's foggy inside, not gonna lie, tomorrow better come fast before I die
I don't even like the cold anymore, let out a sigh, too many fucking doors