A Tragic World Record

A Tragic World Record - Biffy Clyro
When you've taken everything
and there's nothing left to give
You're stuck with an empty skin
I'll call it my human bag
But you can't forget the past
I keep my diary on its chest
My keys are in its mouth
I write my lyrics upon its legs
This thing is like a nightmare
It's hard to drag it anywhere
I'm riding round in your town
There's love, then everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous
Now I have a fraction of
the respect I used to have
Forget everything you know,
and you can fuck what you're fighting for
This thing is like a nightmare
Our dreams can take us anywhere
I'm riding round in your town
There's love, then everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous
I'm outside the back of your house
trying hard to work it out
But you're always in the background,
and looking out
You're looking out
This thing is like a nightmare
It's hard to drag it anywhere
I'm riding round in your town
There's love, then everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous
I'm outside the back of your house
trying hard to work it out
But you're always in the background
and looking out
You're looking out