Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. No Children.

I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save us

I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot

To piss off the dumb few that forgave us



I hope the fences we mended

Fall down beneath their own weight

And I hope we hang on past the last exit

I hope it's already too late



And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here

Someday burns down

And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away

And I never come back to this town again in my life



I hope I lie

And tell everyone you were a good wife

And I hope you die

I hope we both die



I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow

I hope it bleeds all day long

Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises

We're pretty sure they're all wrong



I hope it stays dark forever

I hope the worst isn't over

And I hope you blink before I do

And I hope I never get sober



And I hope when you think of me years down the line

You can't find one good thing to say

And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out

You'd stay the hell out of my way



I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand



And I hope you die

I hope we both die