Black Egg

You must be crazy 
Or could it be [bad word] that your memory's been so unkind 
So tired and lazy 
You never could search for the things that you wanted to find 

Bound by a fear of a knife in your back 
The look on your face says your starting to crack 
You're putting it down to a dent in your pride 
But the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side 

Can't face the demons 
Cos there's not a demon would want to be snared in your eyes 
So you say your leaving 
And you pack up your bags and you paint on a whole new disguise 

Out of the door like a fox on the hunt 
There's fire in your eyes someone's gonna get burnt 
You're looking for somewhere to lay down and hide 
Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side 

Bound by a fear of a knife in your back 
The look on your face says your starting to crack 
You're putting it down to a dent in your pride 
But the misery's sticking to you, yeah yeah yeah 

Out of the door like a fox on the hunt 
There's fire in your eyes someone's gonna get burnt 
You're looking for somewhere to lay down and hide 
Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side 

You burn bridges 
By doing it all for the sake of a little respect 
You cut the stitches 
By giving it all to the heart of a little black egg 

Bound to the cross by the nails in your hand 
Your looking for someone you might understand 
Carrying on like your spirit has died 
Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side