Dead After Dallas (Ten After Two)

It's not for the fame Not so much a catch and you fall apart It's such a sad excuse I'll hang Hang Hang Until it's done Don't ever tell me we're the fucking same I've got bigger plans than this And it's not for the fame Not so much a catch when you fall apart It's such a sad excuse It's all the same A sad excuse I've got a layer of hell sitting under my skin All these strings have become knots Let's cut them all With only regrets I can hardly see straight So wash me white as snow With no persuasion and only contradiction These lies are all I know I need an answer I need the truth I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard) All these strings have become knots And I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own I have had it up to the brink So hang hang hang until it's done