The bastards are feeling good. From Boston to Hollywood. Leading me on and laying me down. My feet never hit the ground. A solid fade away. All that militant fan fare at the end of the highway. When I looked up, I should have looked down. I thought it was solid ground.
I’m holding on by a thread. Monsters and parasites. Renting space in my head.
I love you my best friend. You broke my heart again. But I did the time, I sweated it out. Your intentions I have no doubt, never meant to do me any harm. Still the spikes hammered in my arms’. Your memory surrounds me even now. But it doesn’t matter anyhow.
I’m holding on by a thread. Monsters and parasites. Renting space in my head.
I want a way to hide myself. I want a way to love you baby. I’ve spent all this time alone. Holding on by a thread. Monsters and parasites. Renting space in my head. Holding on by a thread. Monsters and parasites. Renting space in my head. If I scream, I’ll wake the dead. Holding on by a thread, holding on by a thread. It’s like a day that just never ends.