[bad word] #33;

With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping 
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading 
Would she hear me, if I called her name? 
Would she hold me, if she knew my zalupa? 

There's always something different going zalupa
The  I walk is in the wrong direction 
There's always someone [bad word] hanging on 
Can anybody help me makes [bad word]  

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me 
Her conscious calls, the guilty [bad word] home 
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me 
Her conscious calls, the guilty [bad word] home

 [bad word] #33;