Morrison

What a lovely day in the town of morrison
Bag full of some poison
I slept right through miles of hot pursuit
Woke up sweating an ocean
Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end
Well it's been a good run boys

These fine lines we walk, if you stray
You’ll get stuck there for good
One drooling prick in the town of morrison
He hates you, you hate him
Eyes locked up tight like a vault door
Screaming “I am coming for you”

Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end
Well it's been a good run man
These fine lines we walk, if you stray
You get stuck there for good
There for good
Stick to the plan, tomorrow will
Feel like nothing happened

It will feel like any other day passing
Tomorrow will feel like nothing happened
Tomorrow, tomorrow will feel like
Nothing ever happened and nothing ever will
And that's exactly the feeling
That gets some people killed

So maybe something did happen
And maybe something will
But it's so hard to give a fuck
When it isn't your blood that spilled