Poetry and Flowers and You fill your house pretty things Pretty hide the bitter truth
Well, there's a on the mountain Burning out of And standing at the top now nowhere left to go
So lock your doors up And say a prayer You know hard to keep the demons down When it comes
In the darkness of room While drinking to your past And your cartoon down in the gutter, they're calling your name One day it comes
You were such a pretty were the days One thing's for sure in this town, Being pretty
All the and riches turn out to be fool's gold When you to find shelter in The ones you bought and
So sad, so It right to the bone Find out how it to hit the ground When it comes
In the darkness of room While drinking to your past And living your Deep down in the gutter, calling your name One day it around
Turn it off, man, seen too much You better look over your shoulder, You're losing touch down in the gutter or up on the stage One day it comes
It around And and around
So lock doors up tight Say a prayer tonight You it's hard to keep the demons down it comes around
In the darkness of room While drinking to your past And living your down in the gutter, they're calling your name One day it around
it off, man, I've seen too much You better look your shoulder, honey Losing touch Deep in the gutter or up on the stage One day it comes