Road Trip With A Deatth Wish

I see the bllood spill from your sleeve
its like there's a party in your arteries but everybody's leaving
cause they're tired of this scene
living their channel change lives
too bad there are too many channels with too little on
cause the camera men quit
they were tired of the hours
in the old abandoned towers
you're just a little bit short
but you're all out of rope
and its time to go home cause we're all out of hope
and when the road signs speak louder than you
its time to stop staring
and start glaring
so wear you fancy face scars
and cut another smile across your lips
just so nobody knows
you're deead inside.