Left for Dead Songtext
von The Ghost of a Thousand

Back door, through the club
I′m sick of seeing all the same kids at shows
Fall in by the bar
Burn down the one you love or trust

Strike one, strike two
Drinking whiskey never was quite like you
Strike three, strike four
Stop your fussing put your feet to the floor

She screams: baby, know that I'm way to much for you
She screams: baby boy, am I not enough for you?


What is it we′re looking for?
Have I left this way too late?
I'm sick and tired
Of all these jokes
Running round
Putting out
What more can anyone really say?
What is it we're looking for?
Have we left this way too late?
I′m sick and tired of you

We′ve just been left for dead
We've been left for dead
We′ve been left for dead

This time, it's said
All my life I′ve been left for dead
This time, it's true
All our lives we looked up to you

What is it we′re looking for?
Have I left this way too late?
I'm sick and tired of all this drama bubbling over
What is it we're looking for?
Have I left this way too late?
I′m sick and tired of you

We′ve just been left for dead
We've been left for dead
We′ve been left for dead