Travel

Next time we walk down to the docks

While welcoming the morning sun

We'll share rations of bread with

Drifters and deceivers

Know I only see this hour after

Evenings of infamy



There are thousands of you like me

And you'll be so so sorry

When you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder



How rewarding is it

Just to be alive we could have residence

In the worst prison

That happens when you die and have

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No friends to carry caskets in the saddest procession

Those people often say they're sorry

When your soul departs

But they recover oh so quick



There are thousands of you like me

And you'll be so so sorry

When you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder



There are thousands of you like me

And you'll be so so sorry

when you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder