Old chair and a piece of rope
Not long enough to hang yourself
Cheap whiskey and a bottle of coke
A pile of books I've never read
No hell no paradise
No friends and no advice
The cool club is cold inside
Low ceiling, volume’s high
Come on have a look
At my basement
Not much to do
Endless Detention
More skeletons than I recall
In the cupboard, on the floor
Put positive thoughts on hold
They vanish like cigarette smoke
I was employee of the month
Now I just want more blood
Thinking, sinking, losing hope
Won’t wait for no reward
Come on have a look
At my basement
Not much to do
Endless Detention
Endless Detention
Endless Detention
Endless Detention
Endless Endless
Endless Detention
Endless Endless
Endless Endless
Endless Endless