Dead After Dallas

It's not for the fame
 Not so much a catch and you fall apart
 It's such a sad excuse
 I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done
 Don't ever tell me we're the fucking same
 I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame
 Not so much a catch when you fall apart
 It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse
 I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin
 All these string have become knots
 Let's cut them all
 With only regrets I can hardly see straight
 So wash me white as snow
 With no persuasion and only contradiction
 These lies are all I know
 I need an answer
 I need the truth
 I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)
 I need an answer
 I need the truth
 I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)
 All these strings have become knots and
 I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own
 I have had it up to the brink
 So hang, hang, hang until it's done