Letting by The Ruined Generations Lyrics

Doc walks in and he's got a long beak
And the bedroom reeks
And the bed frame squeaks
As I pull away from my arm in pain
Yes, my arm is in pain
Lord's name in vain

Doc leaves to confess and I sit in my mess
And the pain becomes less
And I start to regress
Doc walks in and he's got a big bag
And I'm in the big bag
And he swings the big bag

Doc walks in and he's got a long beak
And the bedroom reeks
And the bed frame squeaks
Doc walks in and he's got a big bag
And I'm in the big bag
And he swings the big bag
Letting go