Lyrics

Fraying threads line the edge of your coat
Hides the cheap red wine stained shirt that you don't even own
Smell of cigarettes soaked in your clothes
Match the perfume scent of the woman that you don't even know
And lipstick smeared on your lips
As you walk with a purpose but slightly to the left with a limp
Last night shouldn't have come to this
But it started with a bottle and ended with a violent kiss

You're too far from home
Oh this room is like a hostel of pain and pleasure staining the walls
Like the fall of Rome
All the memories of victims are tarnished in the stains on the walls

This castle made of brick and stone
Holds an 18th century well, it's just a hole in the ground
Drinking water shades of brown and gold
Is the station ale rejuvenating mind, body, and soul
There's only tracks, no you won't find roads
With a one-way ticket out of hell to go back to your home
Train whistles, comes and it goes
As you trade in your ticket for one more night of sex and abuse

You're too far from home
Oh this room is like a hostel of pain and pleasure staining the walls
Like the fall of Rome
All the memories of victims are tarnished in the stains on the walls
You're too far from home
Oh this room is like a hostel of pain and pleasure staining the walls
Like the fall of Rome
All the memories of victims are tarnished in the stains on the walls

I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim
I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim

You're too far from home
Oh this room is like a hostel of pain and pleasure staining the walls
Like the fall of Rome
All the memories of victims are tarnished in the stains on the walls
You're too far from home
Oh this room is like a hostel of pain and pleasure staining the walls
Like the fall of Rome
All the memories of victims are tarnished in the stains on the walls