I dragged this lake looking for corpses

Dusting for prints, pried up the floorboards

Pieces of planes and black box recorders don’t lie

And I’ve been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses

That sense DNA on barbed wire fenses

Maybe some day I’ll find me a suspect that has no alibi.

New Years Eve was as boring as heaven

I watched flies fuck on channel eleven

There was no one to kiss

There was nothing to drink except some

Old rotten milk someone left in the sink.

And there’s no ring, there’s no ring

On the phone anymore.

There’s no reason to call I’m passed out on the floor.

Smoked myself stupid, and drank my insides raisin dry.

And at the right place at the right time

I’ll be dead wrong and you’ll be just fine

I won’t have to quit doing fucked up shit

For anyone but me

At the right place at the right time

It will have been worth it to stand in line

And you won’t have to stop saying “I love cops”

For anyone but me, your private eye.