there`s a body in the tub in apartment ten
there`s a feeling that you`ll never see your sanity again
there`s a nervous knock from the nervous hand outside
cloud eight with a bullet
ride the rocket on a downward slide
if he ever comes back again
pray to god that he`ll understand
that two words or less is all he could hope for
if he wants to spend the night
pray to god that he won`t want to fight
`cause two words or less is all you`d be good for
there`s a shiver in your bones from last night`s snow
there`s a fever in your chest and it looks as though
the only friends that you got are the ones inside your head
cloud eight with a bullet
sad`s bored and bored is dead
there`s a ringing in your ears and a churning in your guts
there`s a bitch on the telly and she`s driving you nuts