From Behind The Glass
One, two, three!
In my cave
I can be myself
It's just on the way
On the levy of hell
Lookin' out through here
From behind the glass
I love the people
But hate the mess
I got everything
That a loner could want
Just me and a window
At night I will haunt
Lookin' out from here
From behind the glass
I am the ghost of my own past
Well did you get it from your mother?
Well did you get it from your dad?
Well did you get it from the sister, baby?
Well did you get it from the man?
I wasn't always this strange
Well, somethin' made me sick
My weak ties untied
All my friends are dead
Well, lookin' out from here
From behind the glass
I love the people
But hate the mess
Lookin' out through here
On the levy of hell
I don't blame my parents
I blame myself
Well did you get it from your mother?
Well did you get it from your dad?
Well did you get it from the sister, baby?
Well did you get it from the man?
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Autor(es): Matthew Logan Vasquez
