Left For Dead - The Ghost Of A Thousand

Back door, through the club

I’m sick of seeing all the same kids at shows

Fall in by the bar

Burn down the one you love or trust

Strike one, strike two

Drinking whiskey never was quite like you?

Strike three, strike four

Stop your fussing put your feet to the floor

She screams, 'baby know that I’m way to much for you'

She screams, 'baby boy am i not enough for you'

What is it were looking for?

Have i left this way to late?

I’m sick and tired of all these jokes running round putting out

What more can any one really say?

What is it were looking for?

Have we left this way to late?

I’m sick and tired of you

We’ve just been left for dead

We’ve been left for dead

We’ve been left for dead

This time, it’s said

All my live i’ve been left for dead

This time, it’s true

All our lives we looked up to you

What is it were looking for?

Have i left this way to late?

I’m sick and tired of all this drama bubbling over

What is it were looking for?

Have we left this way to late?

I’m sick and tired of you

We’ve just been left for dead

We’ve been left for dead

We’ve been left for dead