I could get very lost a cove no bigger than a bread box
And no place to rest my headstone,beat a river
Beat it thru the rock and hope to god that it rains
They say that sunday is very ugly
And lock the door to the cage and throw away the keyhole

When there is nothing left to give away,then we begin to steal
What did you do to deserve all of this
Brains go away and rust like tin
My mouth hurts go ahead burn holes in yourself and die forgotten
There are some things that we wait lifetimes for that sneak thru
Peep-holes
What did you do to deserve all of this

We had the wrong season the circis in her head left weeks ago
But there is a half moon at a quarter to two and tonight we will go walking
Tell me the saddest tale you know and will raise you ten
What did you do to deserve all of this