Hold the Line Lyrics

She woke up this morning

Last night, the last damn warning

Once more, do it one more time and on papers she will roam

The vines keep on growing

Slowly but still it's showing

Their roots are thick and strong, make it easy to stay home

Pick up the phone

I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done

This can not go on

The cry for help

The times we felt

The walls close in and chandliers crashing down

Still every single door is shut

Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut

He woke up this morning

Last night the tides were turning

The drugs and liquor clearly did the trick and that's one more reason why

A new day is dawning

he's drunk and still he's smoking

You'll get help, just a matter of months, you're on hold until you die.

Pick up the phone

We're counting on you

I'm out of harmless ways to tell you that I'm done

This can not go on

The cry for help

The times we felt

The walls close in and chandliers crashing down

Still every single door is shut

Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut

Another day goes by

Another fades away

And when they ask you for help you got nothing to say but

Hold - the - Line

I'm out of harmless ways to tell you I'm fucking done

This can not go on

The cry for help

The times we felt

The walls close in and chandliers crashing down

Still every single door is shut

Until the bayonet is pointed at our gut