Suck The Blood From My Wound Lyrics - Ezra Furman

I woke up bleeding in the crock of a tree 

TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine 

Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena 

I'm sitting waiting for my deus ex machina 

And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn 

Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form 

I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel 

Climbing out the hospital window 

Leaving tubes in a tangle 

Blood on my angel's lips blends in with his make up 

He's off the premises before his brain's had time to wake up 

Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings 

The doctors said they'd have to stay on for another three weeks 

Fuck it baby, let 'em bruise, let 'em break 

But bleed, let 'em bleed 

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I'm doing ninety, got to get there and hold him 

If we can make it across the state line then baby, we're golden 

Let the law pronounce its petty assertions 

They've been outsmarted by a couple of urchins 

And they hurt you bad, man 

They hurt me too 

But I'm not about to sit here and watch as they 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Ohh man 

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Wrap half the money in your hospital garment 

We'll stash the rest inside the red Camaro's secret compartment 

Even the deepest wounds will heal over time 

I'll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine 

They'll never find us if we turn off our phones 

We're off the grid, we're off our meds 

We're finally out on our own 

Now I see colour coming back in your cheeks 

Angel, don't fight it 

To them you know we'll always be freaks 

To them you know we'll always be freaks 

We'll always 

Park for the night north west of Baton Rouge 

Across the parking lot you're stretching the one wing you can move 

I let you walk as long as fear will allow 

I never loved you more than I love you now 

And then we're back on the road before the sun's even up 

We're making time, we're making progress 

But progress towards what? 

Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags 

The future's breathing down the neck of the past 

And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon 

And I'm not about to wait for them to come 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

Suck the blood from my wound 

A plague on both your houses 

A plague on both your houses