The key is in the lock The lock is in the door The latch can't save my skin But I can't take any more. The fat is in the fire The spark is in the flame The night is young and lovely Yet I am held to blame. The fist is in a clench The iron is in my throat The blood is in my eyes: Life is a bloody joke He sings a song to cops Called Gaijin Are Insane. The baby quietly whimpers: Somethings they never change. The sun comes up so early In this city full of glass And I don't want to die here But I don't see how I can last. The key is in the lock The lock is in the door The latch wont hold forever But I can't take much more.