97 Heart Attack

Morning blurring into noon
And I'm out of the old rustic black
I'm seeing red, I'm feeling blue
And working on this heart attack

But I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore

Baritone the keys are broke
The drum machines are running slow
But I wrote down everything I could
I tell you everything is good

But I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore

And I never had a name before
No, I never played the Filthy Door
But your Punk Rock Mom was wrong
She ain't never listened to the song

But I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore