Song Search

Why Aren't I Going To Hell

by Future Of The Left

on How To Stop Your Brain In An Accident (2013)

Who's that looking in my bedroom window
In the middle of the afternoon?
A neighbor with a grudge or a stranger
Aggravated by the traffic signs which led to the drive

A cold wind flicks at my foul expectations
As it makes its journey over the sheets
Astonished by the air and embarrassed by the silence
I am drawn to make a symbol of peace

But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well

I find myself umping through my bedroom window
With the vacuum cleaner under my arm
Extension cord wrapped around the base of my penis
In defiance of societal norms

Searching for a clue in the mess of
Dataless poison for particular tastes
Embarrassed by the sight of a grown man dancing
I retreat behind my regular name

But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well

Such a long way down...
Such a long way down...
Such a long way down...

I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart
Of my heart
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart
Of my heart