It's a rocky horror picture show
Tossed into an open road
Wondering if someone might be home
Taught to love these open doors
Can I stay for supper as I'm lost
Well of course, now step right in
Just in time, we've just begun
There are two more seats left, choose just one
There's no rush, no telephones
If you stay, we'll crack your bones by dawn
Won't make it out of here alive
These eyes, these lips, they never lie
Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
Who may seem impolite
Time is fleeting, I'm still here
Thinking as the walls come near
I'd rather keep to myself in here
Though I'm sure I'm not alone
The one I came with left me in the cold
Tell the host the pleasure's mine
But I left all my things behind
My welcome's overstayed and overtime
Someone will come look for me
Might be better, wouldn't you agree?
Wouldn't you agree, wouldn't you agree?
Won't make it out of here alive
These eyes, these lips, they never lie
Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
Who may seem impolite
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