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Verse 1
Palms pressing
Sweat on the steering wheel spinning
Click
Safety off on a Wednesday morning
Sick
Stomach turning from the stale bread
Broken sink spraying in the rented kitchen
Left hand shaking while I count out the change
Small coins falling
Nothing left to lose when the cupboard is hollow
Pre-Chorus
No heat in the pipes
No light in the hall
No sleep for the desperate
No luck at all
Chorus
Welcome to the wreckage
Scraping by for the pittance
Every debt is a sentence
Every breath is a penance
Welcome to the wreckage
Trying to keep my head up
Every day I'm fed up
Waiting for the let up
Verse 2
Rusted fender
Torn plastic taping up the glass window
Gone
Forty-forty in the parking lot gutter
Cold
Wind whistling through the cardboard patches
Shallow lungs gasping for a bit of respect
Hard times hitting like a hammer on bone
Quick fix failing
Stuck in a circuit that refuses to break
Pre-Chorus
No heat in the pipes
No light in the hall
No sleep for the desperate
No luck at all
Chorus
Welcome to the wreckage
Scraping by for the pittance
Every debt is a sentence
Every breath is a penance
Welcome to the wreckage
Trying to keep my head up
Every day I'm fed up
Waiting for the let up
Bridge
Built this
Broke this
Burned this down
Claw the dirt
Bite the curb
Rule the ground
Look at me now
Look at me now
Chorus
Welcome to the wreckage
Scraping by for the pittance
Every debt is a sentence
Every breath is a penance
Welcome to the wreckage
Trying to keep my head up
Every day I'm fed up
Waiting for the let up
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