The Flatliners - And They're Off Lyrics

By the way, my head is fucking pounding something
Vicious, it’s a treat to be surviving in this moment
Set foot in the past, keep planning now for the future
Just let the present rot after pulling out its sutures

Screaming at the sight of it
But not moving out of its way
Slowly burn inside of this failure
Belabour the point away

Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what used
What used to be
The horse we’re betting on’s already dead, so what’s the use?

Find your place to sit so deep inside the sadness
The luxury or whatever is left of it
Is rightly out of reach from our greedy, thieving fingers with
One foot in the grave, our trigger finger’s got the itch

Screaming at the sight of it
But still standing right in its way
Burning now inside of this failure
Belabour the point away

Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what used
What used to be
The horse we’re betting on’s already dead, so what’s the use?

Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what’s been
What used to be
The horse we’re betting on’s already dead

Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what used
What used to be
The horse we’re betting on’s already dead, so what’s the use?
Catastrophe
Sitting on the shoulders of what used
What used to be
The horse we’re betting on’s already dead, so what’s the use?

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And They're Off

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