Good Grief by The Travis Waltons Lyrics

[Jamie Lenman]
The passenger seat
The instructor's hand on your knee
And his boy in the back of the car
The loveliest guys hang a toilet seat around your neck
And those guys turn into cavemen

Who'd have believe at eighteen they'd remove all your teeth
As much blood as there is air in your lungs
Well its up to me to scrape your bones and make you clean
And your eyes are oceans raging

Love, I feel your pain
Feed off it nearly every day
You were so brave until I locked you in cage
And I dared
You read my mind and saw the buildings collapsing
The streets were filled with bodies
Burning
Bleeding
I tried to tell you love
I want you back
Hung from ceiling
Bled and withered
Balding