Mad Hatter

Duration

4:31

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

like veterans of foreign wars, we are not who we were before you scratch my back and i’ll scratch yours, but not until i’ve had my fill there were days when i felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire and i confess, all the rest, i’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires avoiding sleep if i seal my lips i seal my fate, and pour cement on sorry states no one here appreciates a good idea, i’ll disappear chorus i don’t wanna die in my hometown just let the salty sea sweep me out i don’t wanna die in my hometown and bury my bones in your holy ground mad hatter, what’s the matter? your thoughts are all scattered cold-blooded carbonized kids carving-knife calling-card kiss