Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over, my friends, count along.

Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more

Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says

She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery.

Left my heart on the shelf for way too long

Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor

I saw the line of snakes that came to me.

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you.

No more broken dreams

I feel like a loaded gun

Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says

She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery.

Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right

Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I

I saw the line of snakes that came to me.

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you.

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you.

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over, my friends count along.

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'til it's over that thing called love.

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you.

Please let it grow, where it belongs

There in the dark where the shadows are born

Leave it alone. I'm sure it will find its way

To redeem and blossom

'cause I know, the black rose will find its home.