Checkin' Out

I'm in the wrong place my face doesn't fit and

I said Motherf**ker when the bullet hit

I bit on deep

I bit on hard all we got left now are memories and scars

Think you're hard done by at least you're alive

See the guy checkin' out of

Room 705

Checkin' out now checkin out the

Rat Race baby

The squeakers are coming contagious appeal

I've had enough now how do you feel

The shotguns are scary the fireworks are fun

Every day we take a call then another curtain call