Titus Andronicus - No Future Part I
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
Just give me a suitcase and I'll promise to not look back.
Just point me, point me towards the railroad track.
I've been staring at the gates, but I've never found a crack,
so I'm just looking up, saying, "Deliver me a heart attack."
If you're weary, I don't mind sharing the load,
just keep me some company on the road.
All I've got is a bottle that I ought to leave alone,
but it's the only thing that I can call my own,
so I'm saying goodbye, and no, I won't forget to write.
It's just been too long racing towards a yellow light,
and I know that I say this every night,
but I don't think I've ever been so tired of life.
And if things should not get better,
would you wait for me to change,
or would I see you waving goodbye
from the window of an aeroplane?
If I told you it was hopeless,
would you try to understand,
or would you leave me for a palm tree
and its shadow on the sand?
Because I've been waiting all year
for the temperature to drop,
but now I've got a fever
and I don't know how to make it stop.
There's still one shoe that hasn't dropped yet.
It's hanging on by an aglete.
This world seems like a nice place to visit,
but I don't want to live in it.
There is not a doctor that can diagnose me.
I am dying slowly from Patrick Stickles Disease.
There is not a medication that can cure what's ailing me.
The only treatment they offer is to hang me from a tree.
Life's been a long, sick game of "Would You Rather,
so now I'm going to medical school... as a cadaver.
Now if I could say only one thing with the whole world listening,
it would be, "Leave me the f**k alone... or welcome to the Terrordome."