They said it was a slow turn But I never saw them coming Waiting for it to be gone To dance around like forest fires Stoned and tucked in Must've left the back door open Heard a bell ring And felt it's teeth Now the blood's mixed in I can feel my fingers numbing I look at my watch It's almost 3 Like the shows on TV There's dead men roaming down our street The fight begins In the place we're in In the place we're in This place where we've been In the place we're in This place I want to touch One last ever figure beating I look at my watch It says it's 3 Goodbye everyone Please send something to my mother That I'm her son And proud to be This will go down As the time when we thought we'd earn The right To stay In the place we're in This place where we've been In the place we're in This place