I'd Rather Be Part of the Dying Bungee Scene - The Sainte Catherines

The dogs are out singing songs

Right here is the place to be

If you talk with me all night long

Tomorrow we might just feel free

If you ask me what I’m hoping for

I’ll tell you there’s no hope at all

Just give me one more night to change

With friends around I don’t feel dead

I’m not alone

More money to spend on empty songs

Created by bastards on dope

I’d rather be having a beer

Than drinking your piss on the street

One cigarette, one scotch on rocks

More broken bones, more wasted smiles

Fast women and fast music

«The life you live, it makes me sick»

My brother’s gone, my friends are bored

I’m waiting for my love alone

Will revolution save my soul?

It feels so weird to be a whore

We’re not alone

Six years and still going strong

Remember that night in Illinois?

We realized we are not alone

My friends are gone, my friends are bored

I’m waiting for my love alone

Will revolution save my soul?

It feels so weird to be a whore

If you ask me what I’m hoping for

I’ll tell you there’s no hope at all

Just give me one more night to change

With friends around I don’t feel dead

You’re not alone