New Song — "Every Hour Wounds (The Last One Kills)"

“Every Hour Wounds (The Last One Kills)” — 192 kbps MP3

Every Hour Wounds (The Last One Kills)

Where will you be in ten years? Still in this bar, chillin’ with these drunks? Or will you hit the highway Like we used to back when we were punk?

And watching tempus fugit like a bird Everybody dies, haven’t you heard? Waiting till you pay off all your bills Every hour wounds, the last one kills

She’s sitting in a cafe On the Boulevard du Second Chance Smoking English cigarettes And waiting for her French romance

But I’ll never find her in this Starbucks Waiting on another piece of good luck Fingerpainting in my coffee spills Every hour wounds, the last one kills

And when they find me face-down In a pool of my own innuendo Covered with the scars of dreams I gave up long ago I hope they take a picture and they Send it out on Twitter For every single person that I know

One day I will find the guts To leave this desert town And seek a new Jerusalem With no one else around

No more traffic jams or telephones No more Abercrombie-wearing clones When I think about it, I get chills Every hour wounds, the last one kills

Every hour wounds, the last one Every hour wounds, the last one Every hour wounds, the last one kills

Every hour wounds, the last one Every hour wounds, the last one Every hour wounds, the last one kills