One by Metallica

Empty wall
 Shadows in the halls
 Ghosts in the window
 Chills in the home, though you left the candle burning
 Wolves scratching at the back door
 Goodbyes written in a letter, taped to the table
 Nothing has gotten better, nothing is getting better
 Past the point of painting bravely
 Pushing payments that I don't have from my bank account
 It can't be so bad, each according to the rule
 You underestimated the superflous zeus and leda with the swan
 Making due so often on the back wall, hiding behind Neptune, what is that?
 You could never strike a deal as heavy as his him
 When your talk is bobbed
 I wish it was mine, and I wish I had the same dimes as he had well
 Always thought he'd cock it up but if nothing will
 We'll lock it up, but he did it right, he locked it up
 I can't even touch it now
 And I don't know what to do with these bones, these bones
 I never had my heart, is hell a song?
 Fuck your ghost town, I'm burning the house to the ground
 And nothing is getting better and nothing is getting better
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 Nothing is getting any better