Day after day spent wasted away
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
Dead bodies in coffins piled up outside
I look through them for a sign
And I've looked pretty hard
But I can't tell
Is there anyone left alive
How oh how did this all go so wrong
I swear I can still hear laughter down the hall
Maybe they've moved on without me
I guess that would not be the first time
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Sitting in this beat-up chair for seven years
Thinking I should try to move
But it just seems to me wherever I might go
The dead would follow me there too
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Day after day spent wasted away
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
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Day after day spent wasted away
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
Dead bodies in coffins piled up outside
I look through them for a sign
And I've looked pretty hard
But I can't tell
Is there anyone left alive
How oh how did this all go so wrong
I swear I can still hear laughter down the hall
Maybe they've moved on without me
I guess that would not be the first time
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Sitting in this beat-up chair for seven years
Thinking I should try to move
But it just seems to me wherever I might go
The dead would follow me there too
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Day after day spent wasted away
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
Dead bodies in coffins piled up outside
I look through them for a sign
And I've looked pretty hard
But I can't tell
Is there anyone left alive
How oh how did this all go so wrong
I swear I can still hear laughter down the hall
Maybe they've moved on without me
I guess that would not be the first time
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Sitting in this beat-up chair for seven years
Thinking I should try to move
But it just seems to me wherever I might go
The dead would follow me there too
You, you can have my body
Please, please don't ask me for my soul
It's the only thing I have left
I'm just not ready to sell, at least not yet
Day after day spent wasted away
Surrounded by a wall of empty bottles
Writer: Chris Farrell
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