Nicotine - Dead Man Winter

We’re afflicted with bad dreams

We’re addicted to nicotine

And the wide open spaces

And the pain that comes from loving you so much

Count the hours that follow

Come tonight or tomorrow

We will be gone to shooting

Oh, the road is a pure thing and a crutch

It’s not a good time for me

Can’t you see that now?

Oh, the outside is shaking

Oh, the insides are breaking

And we drink till we fall apart

But we’re all fucked from the start anyway

It’s not a good time for me

Can’t you see that now?