The Kill

He’s still feeling like he’s sixteen
And you’re chasing all of the same dreams
Only living on the weekend nights
The card is empty but the tab got paid
And I think it’s funny how some things change
There’s got to be more to life

He can’t stand knowing he’s dying
Tick-tock timing
He feels the kill
And my God, he’d love to know
Why he’s dead inside
‘Cause he just can’t get his fill

Still sitting at the desk job
And you’re still staring at the clock wall
And now you’re working for the weekend ride
It’s just the money, it’ll change one day
As you’re stuck in traffic on the highway
And now you’ve said it for the thousandth time (oh)

Well he can’t stand knowing he’s dying
Tick-tock timing
He feels the kill
And well my God, he’d love to know
Why he’s dead inside
‘Cause he just can’t get his fill

Oh-oh-oh oh
Ah ah-ah
Na-na-na na-na ah
Na-na-na na-na ah
Oh oh oh-oh

We can’t stand knowing we’re dying
Tick-tock timing
We feel the kill
And my God, we’d love to know
Why we’re dead inside
‘Cause we just can’t get our fill

We can’t stand knowing we’re dying
Tick-tock timing
We feel the kill
And my God, we’d love to know
Why we’re dead inside
‘Cause we just can’t get our fill