Empty wall Shadows in the halls Ghosts in the window Chills in the home, though you left the candle burning Wolves scratching at the back door Goodbyes written in a letter, taped to the table Nothing has gotten better, nothing is getting better Past the point of painting bravely Pushing payments that I don't have from my bank account It can't be so bad, each according to the rule You underestimated the superflous zeus and leda with the swan Making due so often on the back wall, hiding behind Neptune, what is that? You could never strike a deal as heavy as his him When your talk is bobbed I wish it was mine, and I wish I had the same dimes as he had well Always thought he'd cock it up but if nothing will We'll lock it up, but he did it right, he locked it up I can't even touch it now And I don't know what to do with these bones, these bones I never had my heart, is hell a song? Fuck your ghost town, I'm burning the house to the ground And nothing is getting better and nothing is getting better ♪ Nothing is getting any better