The Murder City Devils

The Murder City Devils Press Gang Pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallows Twisting in the breeze, dripping something on the streets I can see him from my window, they can see him from the water Just a victim of the press gang I knew him when

She was the best thing, best thing that he ever had She was the best thing. He switched from rum to whiskey. She was the only decent thing in a good for nothing town. She was the prettiest girl in an ugly town. He must feel sorry I know he hates it H

Livin's no good across the lake from the city Don't want to live there anymore Take the car and go to the city Just like last week and the week before Gettin sick of school, you know it sure is shitty I don't know if i can take it anymore Turn up thi