daylight morning s creeping in had the blackest dream are you souring and i dreamt that i wiped all the blood from your eyes woke up thinking i loved you but i can t say why so please leave your fucking money at the door concede you know you ll be coming back for more we re all looking for gold here midnight and you inch along devil s in the backyard now where it all went wrong and i drink myself sick so i won t see you crawl guess i drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve so please leave your fucking money at the door concede you know we re all coming back for more we re all looking for gold here and i hate that i need you and i don t know why and i hate that i need you and i can t say why so please leave your fucking money at the door i concede you know you re all coming back for more so please leave your money at the door we re all looking for gold here we re all looking for gold here we re all looking for gold here