The Holy Mess
Liza and Louisiana
There's shadows circling my head
Like California condors wait with bated breath
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

You taste like shit and cigarettes
You reek of what I hate about Los Angeles
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

And the miles go down like medicine tastes
Just like your love it's hard to stomach
We're wasting time like we have it
So let me down nice and easy

My last nerve's skin
Is wearing thin
Vicodin
And aspirin
The shape we're in
Says it all

It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home