Washington Boulevard, eastbound
Thirty Three
'Can I get a transfer maaaaannnn?
96 cents!
Fuck you I'll skate to the beach
And I'll look better gettin' there!

There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in
But now you're on the other side and there's no way...
To feel your breath of life upon my face
Cause with the state you're in there wouldn't be a trace
No I wake up every night with this emptiness inside
Hasn't been the same since you left without a trace
Quit the human race, did you? Camina con la muerto?

Roses roses, pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes, we all fall down
Roses roses, pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes, we all fall down
Now I wake up every night with this emptiness inside me
Hasn't been the same you quit
The human race, left without a trace
Death march baby!
Nothing you can do to stop me