I held hands with a stranger
I held hands with a stranger
Got hurt by a familiar
Never felt the danger
Turned on the record changer
Over this place
Where sarcasm is the only language
And disgust the only face
Dirt the only taste
There's a finger on your hand
A throat to push it down
Instead of this temporary relief
Wouldn't you rather drown?
Out it comes
Heading to dust
Your nothing more that bone
Now doesn't that feel better?
Finally
Totally alone.