The Bend - The Black Seeds

Chilling the summer, … underground

Speaks through the music and drugs you found

Sleep her down on the list of things

She boogies on the out … within

She doesn’t like her friends

But tries to pretend that she knows the best of all

They don’t call her anymore, they don’t call her anymore

Please, won’t you save me from myself?

I don’t think I can do this all again

I’m so tired of getting on the bend

Drinks at the pop and select the thought

Stumbling home at the …

She works down for till she gets home

And in the morning when she wakes

Her eyes dim pitch and her heart does ache in

She knows something’s out of place

A … in the face, a … in the face

I don’t think I can do this all again

I’m so tired of getting on the bend

Please, won’t you save me from myself?

I don’t wanna do this all again

I’m so tired of getting on the bend

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run

Everybody knows someone who’s come undone

Everybody knows somebody on the run.