Žodžiai dainai: Avail. Over The James. August.

i felt it all the holes are burning still i hold my throat and i'm watching all the laughing pass me by if i could just turn the clock back all this time's left me feeling jaded i nearly lost my mind let me stay here one more moment buried broken glass from window panes fell down on my back yard and i cut my feet got dirt ground in the wound if there's such a thing as a payback how high's the price on my head