Creeps Everywhere

I’ve lived many lives
Carved many names into this old bathroom stall
All the old townies call
A heart

I was drunk for years pissing in plastic bottles
Sleeping outside of every last Wal Mart

I was the one that carried your little sisters
Through every dead cornfield (Take my hand)
Wearing your father’s leather jacket
Whistling Here Comes Your Man

Now every time I die I always end up in your old car
And my last words always are
Let’s make out in this McDonalds’ Parking Lot
Like the losers we’ll always be

Die die Creeps Everywhere (Repeat)

You’ve lived many lives but you can’t go back they all said
We’ve hunted them down they all dead
But I remember you eating hotel Indian food covered in a sheet laughing like you lost your mind
You can go back
I do it all the time

You’ve lived many lives
You’ll whistle in the tanning salon parking lot
Much older now your eyes all bloodshot
You’ll tell the skinhead cop
These things don’t ever stop

But every time I die
I always end up in your old car
And my last words always are
Let’s make out in this McDonalds’ Parking Lot
Like the losers we’ll always be

Die die Creeps Everywhere (Repeat)