Brad Logan And Five More Days Lyrics

So sick of all these days
Laying in my bed
Sleeping in your heart
Dieing in your hands
Bikes cry for one more ride
Yeah well my life cries for one more day
Lying dead and burried
Never Feels the same again
Dirty tires squeel
Slitting my throat
My voice sqeels like pigs on their last seconds
We eat
But we don't let live


But all I need now is
A letter to hold in my grave
Bleeding from my last breath
Drying cuts the vocal
Of one last gasping choke
And you cry
Screaming cries
For help
It won't matter when I am dead