Salvation Is a Parking Lot (A Black Lips Rip-Off) Songtext
von The Orwells

i dont wanna die here sippin on ma old mans beer so help me find a way to get out.
I dont like this town at all.
black sprypaint on the wall.
what else do you really call art.
is this town getting smaller or the world getting larger.
ill blow my brains out if i don't depart.
So come and join me.
we wont die orglee?
If we leave we'll then make a brand new start.
so cut you finger, hold your guts salvation is a parking lot.
Why do all the teachers try to take my kids. Why do all the people try to give me fist.
Why do they do it Why do they do it Why do they do it to meee SOLO The bottles almost empty i guess we've all had plenty this is where things get rough.
im throwing glass at trains.
it helps relive the pain.
you know i try and act real tough.
My desk is on the ready.
my hotel something dying.
I guess i just can't give it up.
mics to bloody distroted!
Cut your finger hold you guts salvtion is a parking lot