It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe me, yeah With curved eyes I smile As a bad excuse sits next to you Grinning crooked teeth They'll all be gone soon As the door handle swings I'm having trouble hearing you You think I'm crazy, don't you? Count your bones and clean 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would We knew it would, we knew it would The world's become a hospital Will someone medicate us please? I'd pray if it meant anything to me O (guitartabs.cc)
