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Come down Video (MV)




Performed By: better left dead
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Alan Elliott




better left dead - Come down Lyrics




I've got red flags and, brother, it ain't pretty I drove a line from here to Havasu City
And the police came and tried to pick me up For doing coke on the dining room table
The fist fighting if I'm willing and able And I ran like hell so they don't catch up
And it's a pipe dream and all the really pretty women They steal my drugs and throw them up in the kitchen
Into the grey I lean I need some nicotine Cause this room is spinning

Cut the 8-ball to cover how I'm feeling Heavy staring at the living room ceiling
I ain't slept in days, I need a drink, okay And then we'll all get to living
I tied the knot and now she's pissed that I'm leaving I can't live if I'm barely breathing
It's gonna hurt when I hit the ground But I'm getting older and it's time to come back down

Blood red, I'll be dead by the sunrise The federales took the keys but it's alright
I can't stand myself or my mental health The more I need, the harder it is to come by
It's getting tough for me to crawl off the floor It's getting hard for me to do this anymore
And all the neon lights, all the real pink skies Are getting drunk like every single night

Cut the 8-ball to cover how I'm feeling Heavy staring at the living room ceiling
I ain't slept in days, I need a drink, okay And then we'll all get to living
I tied the knot and now she's pissed that I'm leaving I can't live if I'm barely breathing
It's gonna hurt when I hit the ground But I'm getting older and it's time to come back down
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I've got red flags and, brother, it ain't pretty I drove a line from here to Havasu City
And the police came and tried to pick me up For doing coke on the dining room table
The fist fighting if I'm willing and able And I ran like hell so they don't catch up
And it's a pipe dream and all the really pretty women They steal my drugs and throw them up in the kitchen
Into the grey I lean I need some nicotine Cause this room is spinning

Cut the 8-ball to cover how I'm feeling Heavy staring at the living room ceiling
I ain't slept in days, I need a drink, okay And then we'll all get to living
I tied the knot and now she's pissed that I'm leaving I can't live if I'm barely breathing
It's gonna hurt when I hit the ground But I'm getting older and it's time to come back down

Blood red, I'll be dead by the sunrise The federales took the keys but it's alright
I can't stand myself or my mental health The more I need, the harder it is to come by
It's getting tough for me to crawl off the floor It's getting hard for me to do this anymore
And all the neon lights, all the real pink skies Are getting drunk like every single night

Cut the 8-ball to cover how I'm feeling Heavy staring at the living room ceiling
I ain't slept in days, I need a drink, okay And then we'll all get to living
I tied the knot and now she's pissed that I'm leaving I can't live if I'm barely breathing
It's gonna hurt when I hit the ground But I'm getting older and it's time to come back down
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Writer: Alan Elliott
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