Halfway House – Camp Kill Yourself – letras

Sometimes I get the strangest feelingsI want to bust your head inI’ve got the whole world freakingI’m just the kind of guyAll around the worldThey’ve got their hands up screamingCan’t the gambles flyNo one knows for sureI’ve got the portrait hanging aroundIn the picture frameIn the halfway house on lifeWe’re not the sameTime draws a narrow streakI’m just your average freakMade a deal with lifeI’m known around the worldI’m not the one with the open woundYou’re just protection for the righteous kindI’m not the one with an open woundYou’re just protection for the righteous kindRighteous kind…Came of a world of troubleI’ve got the hopeful freedMade a deal with lifeI know that life is cruelMy cataclystic thoughtsThe mother of my dreamsYour plan betrayed my smoke screenI’m wrapped around your screamsThere’s a portrait hanging aroundIn the picture frameIn the halfway house on lifeAnd I’m not the sameI’m not the one with the open woundYou’re just protection for the righteous kindI’m not the one with an open woundYou’re just protection for the righteous kind