the old irish curse showed up in a hearse, picked me up and dropped me off at a well
now you show in the ruins, ask me how i'm doing, baby can't you tell?
stuck in a dog town again
not gonna back down my friend
i'll hold the rope till the end
how low to the bottom of the row?
i slipped into sin or something, now i'm all fucked up, what are you doing here?
things that feel good make it hard to say no so let's get one thing clear: we're all
stuck in a dog town again
not gonna back down my friend
i'll hold the rope till the end
how low to the bottom of the row?
we've been shot down. i can feel you. can you feel this?
you're too good to be true
let it be understood
i'll give you back to your wings
it's not love but it's the next best thing