Free Falling from Downtown Eastside by Dirtbag Republic

Tick tock, tick tock everything is spinning
homewrecker, flaccid pecker, too much drinkin’
Half the time I’m doing fine, but I know this just ain’t me

Tic Tac, Tic Tac, to hide my darkest secret
Step forward, go back and brush under the carpet
It’s the little things that I can’t bring, but I know this just ain’t me

Like a vintage tent, propped up and spent, and travelling’ across the plains
play the victim like your Oscar bound, so goddamn right insane
Feeling like I let you down, and further down again

Like a natural born loser, self-appointed soul abuser

Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs I hope no one's around, to see me
Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs, now I don’t even wanna be me

I know, you know, everybody’s thinking it
Don’t move past go or everybody’s drinking it
It’s the little things that I can’t bring, but I know this just ain’t me

Like a vintage tent, propped up and spent, and travelling’ across the plains
play the victim like your Oscar bound, so goddamn right insane
Feeling like I let you down, and further down again

Like a natural born loser, self-appointed soul abuser

Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs I hope no one's around, to see me
Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs, now I don’t even wanna be me

I've got a nasty headache
And I can barely see
drunk dialed 3 ex-wives last night … oh Jesus Christ, fuck me

Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs I hope no one's around, to see me
Free falling down upon the ground
Crashing down a flight of stairs, now I don’t even wanna be me

• Punk
• Rock
• glam
• glam rock
• punk rock
• sleaze rock
• Vancouver