Basement Of No Hope

What a life

You’re up all night

What a day

For a friendly gun fight

You take a man

To the brink of pain

You take a man

And you scramble his brain

Every eyeball

Shooting back at me

You gotta take it

Mr. Unlucky


Rock paper scissors

Last place in the best of three

Rock paper scissors

Might be a conspiracy


Here I sit

In this cement box

Chained inside

With no key and no lock

Ain’t got no shades

But there’s no light to see

No desk to write my

Autobiography

Evil quarry

M-m-making a stand

Just took four fingers

And a sleight of hand


Rock paper scissors

Sent down for eternity

Rock paper scissors

Might be a conspiracy


Rock paper scissors

Rock paper scissors

Rock Paper Scissors

Might be a conspiracy


Rock paper scissors

Rock paper scissors

Rock paper scissors

That game got the best of me