I've got chariots where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist where thirty dollars should have been
I threw him down the stairs
Dixie cup, nose bleeder
I know the feeling well
Vile vail surrenders cuts himself on a soda can
Then kicks it down the subway tracks
[Outro]
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
I've got chariots where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist where thirty dollars should have been
I threw him down the stairs
Dixie cup, nose bleeder
I know the feeling well
Vile vail surrenders cuts himself on a soda can
Then kicks it down the subway tracks
[Outro]
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
I've got chariots where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist where thirty dollars should have been
I threw him down the stairs
Dixie cup, nose bleeder
I know the feeling well
Vile vail surrenders cuts himself on a soda can
Then kicks it down the subway tracks
[Outro]
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'