​The Flatliners
Mud
Do your best and dress for the weather
Try again and wear out those records
Hold your breath, hold it forever
Take prey and birds of a feather

There you go turning something in me
Come on and set me free
(There you go turning something)
Got to turn my broken key

Lay blame, your big mouth could never
Stay shut and oh one can wonder
Kill the lights because darkness is better
Walk away, this shit ain’t forever

There you go turning something in me
Come on and set me free
(There you go turning something)
Got to turn my broken key