Paroles The gutter Coheed And Cambria

The gutter

Over my dead body
The stars will let you know it's over
Now, if I had my way
I would leave you here to waste your final days
Buried beneath
(With the possibility of how things could be!)

Oh, please rest assured, this was not my fault
And time is getting short
So, I'll be here if you want me
(Beaten and covered in a red so bloody!)
Oh my darling, can you hear
My words so pure they burn your lying ears?

And so the story goes
When I leave, will you let me go?
When the words stop coming
And the fear starts setting in slow

Don't let me find you hiding under the covers
It's your last chance, honey
Better (Call your mother!)
All hope is lost down in the gutter
When you're in your bed
Sleeping toward the void
So deep it feels like death
Oh, don't you (Wake, wake!)

Oh my love, I hear life holds nothing for us
Beyond our time in here
Oh, don't you dare turn your back on me
(No use running when the bad guy's coming!)
Oh, I think you've got me pegged as the wrong man
Oh, I think you've got me pegged

And so the story goes
When I leave, will you let me go?
When the words stop coming
And the fear starts setting in slow

Don't let me find you hiding under the covers
It's your last chance, honey
Better (Call your mother!)
All hope is lost down in the gutter

We were better together, I know that much
Oh, can't you see
Through the bad and the good, we had all the luck
The devil's got nothing on us
You and me

Baby, over my dead body
Baby, over my dead body
Baby, over my dead body

We're still counting on you
We'll keep counting on you

Mother, come on out
Show me what the world is all about
We'll keep counting on you
Mother, come on out
Show me what the world is all about
We'll keep fighting for you

We'll keep fighting for you
We'll keep fighting for you
We'll keep (We'll keep fighting!)
Oh, I think you've got me pegged as the wrong man
Oh, I think you've got me pegged

And so the story goes
When I leave, will you let me go?
When the words stop coming
And the fear starts setting in slow

Don't let me find you hiding under the covers
It's your last chance, honey
Better (Call your mother!)
All hope is lost down in the gutter